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The Politeness of Princes

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Title: The Politeness of Princes and Other School Stories
Author: P. G. Wodehouse
Release Date: May, 2005 [EBook #8178] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on June 26, 2003]
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THE POLITENESS OF PRINCES and Other School Stories

By P. G. Wodehouse

[Transcriber's note: This selection of early Wodehouse stories was assembled for Project Gutenberg. The original publication date of each story is listed in square brackets in the Table of Contents.]

CONTENTS
THE POLITENESS OF PRINCES [1905]
SHIELDS' AND THE CRICKET CUP [1905]
AN INTERNATIONAL AFFAIR [1905]
THE GUARDIAN [1908]
A CORNER IN LINES [1905]
THE AUTOGRAPH HUNTERS [1905]
PILLINGSHOT, DETECTIVE [1910]

THE POLITENESS OF PRINCES
The painful case of G. Montgomery Chapple, bachelor, of Seymour's house, Wrykyn. Let us examine and ponder over it.
It has been well said that this is the age of the specialist. Everybody, if they wish to leave the world a better and happier place for their stay in it, should endeavour to adopt some speciality and make it their own. Chapple's speciality was being late for breakfast. He was late not once or twice, but every day. Sometimes he would scramble in about the time of the second cup of coffee, buttoning his waistcoat as he sidled to his place. Generally he would arrive just as the rest of the house were filing out; when, having lurked hidden until Mr. Seymour was out of the way, he would enter into private treaty with Herbert, the factotum, who had influence with the cook, for Something Hot and maybe a fresh brew of coffee. For there was nothing of the amateur late-breakfaster about Chapple. Your amateur slinks in with blushes deepening the naturally healthy hue of his face, and, bolting a piece of dry bread and gulping down a cup of cold coffee, dashes out again, filled more with good resolutions for the future than with food. Not so Chapple. He liked his meals. He wanted a good deal here below, and wanted it hot and fresh. Conscience had but a poor time when it tried to bully Chapple. He had it weak in the first round.
But there was one more powerful than Conscience--Mr. Seymour. He had marked the constant lateness of our hero, and disapproved of it.
Thus it happened that Chapple, having finished an excellent breakfast one morning some twenty minutes after everybody else, was informed as he sat in the junior day-room trying, with the help of an illustrated article in a boys' paper, to construct a handy model steam-engine out of a reel of cotton and an old note-book--for his was in many ways a giant brain--that Mr. Seymour would like to have a friendly chat with him in his study. Laying aside his handy model steam-engine, he went off to the housemaster's study.
"You were late for breakfast to-day," said Mr. Seymour, in the horrid, abrupt way housemasters have.
"Why, yes, sir," said Chapple, pleasantly.
"And the day before."
"Yes, sir."
"And the day before that."
Chapple did not deny it. He stood on one foot and smiled a propitiating smile. So far Mr. Seymour was entitled to demand a cigar or cocoanut every time.
The housemaster walked to the window, looked out, returned to the mantelpiece, and shifted the position of a china vase two and a quarter inches to the left. Chapple, by way of spirited repartee, stood on the other leg and curled the disengaged foot round his ankle. The conversation was getting quite intellectual.
"You will write out----"
"Sir, please, sir----" interrupted Chapple in an "I-represent-the defendant-m'lud" tone of voice.
"Well?"
"It's awfully hard to hear the bell from where I sleep, sir."
Owing to the increased numbers of the house this term Chapple had been removed from his dormitory proper to a small room some distance away.
"Nonsense.