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Updated: May 19, 2025
I meditated pretty freely as I drove down to Brinkley in the old two-seater that afternoon. The news of this rift or rupture of Angela's and Tuppy's had disturbed me greatly. The projected match, you see, was one on which I had always looked with kindly approval.
There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist. "No, not Aunt Dahlia's, either." "I'm sure she is dreadfully upset." "Quite. But this heart I'm talking about isn't aching because of Tuppy's row with Angela. It's aching for a different reason altogether. I mean to say dash it, you know why hearts ache!" She seemed to shimmy a bit.
"Right ho, Jeeves." In Tuppy's statement that, when at the University of Oxford, I had been known to ride a bicycle in the nude about the quadrangle of our mutual college, there had been, I cannot deny, a certain amount of substance. Correct, however, though his facts were, so far as they went, he had not told all.
I drew myself up to my full height; then, seeing that he wasn't looking at me, lowered myself again. "Come, Glossop," I said coldly, "we had better be going. It is time we were dressing for dinner." Tuppy's fatheaded words were still rankling in my bosom as I went up to my room.
But what I am driving at is that is what this Angela was showing herself. "Silly young geezer," I said. She pinkened. "I'm not a silly young geezer." "You are a silly young geezer. And, what's more, you know it." "I don't know anything of the kind." "Here you are, wrecking Tuppy's life, wrecking Gussie's life, all for the sake of a cheap score." "Well, it's no business of yours."
For at this moment something came shimmering through the laurels in the quiet evenfall, and I perceived that it was Angela. She was looking sweet and saintlike, and she had a plate of sandwiches in her hand. Ham, I was to discover later. "If you see Mr. Glossop anywhere, Bertie," she said, her eyes resting dreamily on Tuppy's facade, "I wish you would give him these.
The homicidal glare was dying out of Tuppy's eyes. He had the aspect of a hired assassin who had paused to think things over. "I see," he said, at length. "All right, then. Sorry you were troubled." "Don't mention it, old man," I responded courteously. For the first time since the bushes had begun to pour forth Glossops, Bertram Wooster could be said to have breathed freely.
But here she was now laughing heartlessly at least, I seemed to remember hearing her laugh heartlessly like something cold and callous out of a sophisticated talkie, and fairly spitting on her hands in her determination to bring Tuppy's grey hairs in sorrow to the grave. I've said it before, and I'll say it again girls are rummy.
Augustus Fink-Nottle without an anaesthetic. I put this to her, and she was forced to admit the justice of it. "All right, then. Perhaps I don't." "Then what," I said keenly, "did you want to go and get engaged to him for, you unreasonable young fathead?" "I thought it would be fun." "Fun!" "And so it has been. I've had a lot of fun out of it. You should have seen Tuppy's face when I told him."
I am a shrewd observer, and there had been something in Tuppy's manner as he booted that plate of ham sandwiches that seemed to tell me that he would not lightly forgive. In these circs., I deemed it best to shelve their problem for the nonce and turn the mind to the matter of Gussie, which presented a brighter picture. With regard to Gussie, everything was in train.
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