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"It's bound to work. I've recommended it to Tuppy." "Young Glossop?" "In order to soften Angela." "Splendid!" "And to Gussie Fink-Nottle, who wants to make a hit with the Bassett." "Well, well, well! What a busy little brain it is." "Always working, Aunt Dahlia, always working." "You're not the chump I took you for, Bertie." "When did you ever take me for a chump?" "Oh, some time last summer.
Fink-Nottle to the nameless horrors of a fancy-dress ball for nothing. And this is not the first time this sort of thing has happened. To be quite candid, Jeeves, I have frequently noticed before now a tendency or disposition on your part to become what's the word?" "I could not say, sir." "Eloquent? No, it's not eloquent. Elusive? No, it's not elusive. It's on the tip of my tongue.
But if that is the right word, then that's what her manner was as she ventilated the subject of poor old Tuppy. If you had been able to go simply by the sound of her voice, she might have been a court poet cutting loose about an Oriental monarch, or Gussie Fink-Nottle describing his last consignment of newts.
I followed him with bulging eyes as he tottered off into the dark. "Jeeves," I said, and I am free to admit that in my emotion I bleated like a lamb drawing itself to the attention of the parent sheep, "what the dickens is all this?" "Mr. Fink-Nottle is not quite himself, sir. He has passed through a trying experience." I endeavoured to put together a brief synopsis of previous events.
"These dreamer types do live, don't they?" "Yes, sir." "What happened then?" "Mr. Fink-Nottle appears to have realized at this point that his position as regards the cabman had become equivocal. The figures on the clock had already reached a substantial sum, and he was not in a position to meet his obligations." "He could have explained." "You cannot explain to cabmen, sir.
He stood for a moment fumbling at the fungus with a hesitating hand. But they make these head masters of tough stuff. The weakness passed. He came back nicely and carried on. "We are all happy, I say, to welcome as the guest of the afternoon Mr. Fink-Nottle, who has kindly consented to award the prizes.
The butler then disclaimed all knowledge of a dance on the premises." "And declined to unbelt?" "Yes, sir." "Upon which " "Mr. Fink-Nottle directed the cabman to drive him back to his uncle's residence." "Well, why wasn't that the happy ending? All he had to do was go in, collect cash and ticket, and there he would have been, on velvet." "I should have mentioned, sir, that Mr.
I wouldn't have thought that this Fink-Nottle would ever have fallen a victim to the divine p, but, if he has, no wonder he finds the going sticky." "Yes, sir." "Look at the life he's led." "Yes, sir." "I don't suppose he has spoken to a girl for years. What a lesson this is to us, Jeeves, not to shut ourselves up in country houses and stare into glass tanks.
As far as any idea of doing the delicately nurtured a bit of good went, he tells me, he was prepared to stand underneath and catch them in blankets, but no more. Why, then, should this not be so with Augustus Fink-Nottle and Hildebrand Glossop?
And peering into the shadows I observed a dim form seated on one of the rustic benches which so liberally dotted this pleasance and another dim form standing beside same. A second and more penetrating glance and I had assembled the facts. These dim forms were, in the order named, Gussie Fink-Nottle and Jeeves.
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