Right Ho, Jeeves | Page 9

of fact, I have a sort of recollection of even
smelling it. But it still baffled me.
Consider the facts, I mean. It was only a few hours since this aunt and I
had parted, after being in constant association for nearly two months.
And yet here she was--with my farewell kiss still lingering on her
cheek, so to speak--pleading for another reunion. Bertram Wooster is
not accustomed to this gluttonous appetite for his society. Ask anyone
who knows me, and they will tell you that after two months of my
company, what the normal person feels is that that will about do for the
present. Indeed, I have known people who couldn't stick it out for more
than a few days.
Before sitting down to the well-cooked, therefore, I sent this reply:
Perplexed. Explain. Bertie.
To this I received an answer during the after-luncheon sleep:
What on earth is there to be perplexed about, ass? Come at once.
Travers.
Three cigarettes and a couple of turns about the room, and I had my
response ready:
How do you mean come at once? Regards. Bertie.
I append the comeback:
I mean come at once, you maddening half-wit. What did you think I
meant? Come at once or expect an aunt's curse first post tomorrow.

Love. Travers.
I then dispatched the following message, wishing to get everything
quite clear:
When you say "Come" do you mean "Come to Brinkley Court"? And
when you say "At once" do you mean "At once"? Fogged. At a loss. All
the best. Bertie.
I sent this one off on my way to the Drones, where I spent a restful
afternoon throwing cards into a top-hat with some of the better element.
Returning in the evening hush, I found the answer waiting for me:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It doesn't matter whether you
understand or not. You just come at once, as I tell you, and for heaven's
sake stop this back-chat. Do you think I am made of money that I can
afford to send you telegrams every ten minutes. Stop being a fathead
and come immediately. Love. Travers.
It was at this point that I felt the need of getting a second opinion. I
pressed the bell.
"Jeeves," I said, "a V-shaped rumminess has manifested itself from the
direction of Worcestershire. Read these," I said, handing him the papers
in the case.
He scanned them.
"What do you make of it, Jeeves?"
"I think Mrs. Travers wishes you to come at once, sir."
"You gather that too, do you?"
"Yes, sir."
"I put the same construction on the thing. But why, Jeeves? Dash it all,
she's just had nearly two months of me."

"Yes, sir."
"And many people consider the medium dose for an adult two days."
"Yes, sir. I appreciate the point you raise. Nevertheless, Mrs. Travers
appears very insistent. I think it would be well to acquiesce in her
wishes."
"Pop down, you mean?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I certainly can't go at once. I've an important conference on at
the Drones tonight. Pongo Twistleton's birthday party, you remember."
"Yes, sir."
There was a slight pause. We were both recalling the little
unpleasantness that had arisen. I felt obliged to allude to it.
"You're all wrong about that mess jacket, Jeeves."
"These things are matters of opinion, sir."
"When I wore it at the Casino at Cannes, beautiful women nudged one
another and whispered: 'Who is he?'"
"The code at Continental casinos is notoriously lax, sir."
"And when I described it to Pongo last night, he was fascinated."
"Indeed, sir?"
"So were all the rest of those present. One and all admitted that I had
got hold of a good thing. Not a dissentient voice."
"Indeed, sir?"
"I am convinced that you will eventually learn to love this mess-jacket,

Jeeves."
"I fear not, sir."
I gave it up. It is never any use trying to reason with Jeeves on these
occasions. "Pig-headed" is the word that springs to the lips. One sighs
and passes on.
"Well, anyway, returning to the agenda, I can't go down to Brinkley
Court or anywhere else yet awhile. That's final. I'll tell you what,
Jeeves. Give me form and pencil, and I'll wire her that I'll be with her
some time next week or the week after. Dash it all, she ought to be able
to hold out without me for a few days. It only requires will power."
"Yes, sir."
"Right ho, then. I'll wire 'Expect me tomorrow fortnight' or words to
some such effect. That ought to meet the case. Then if you will toddle
round the corner and send it off, that will be that."
"Very good, sir."
And so the long day wore on till it was time for me to dress for Pongo's