The Jeeves Omnibus, Volume 3: The Mating Season; Ring for Jeeves; Very Good, Jeeves (Jeeves and Wooster)
P. G. Wodehouse
Language: English
Pages: 446
ISBN: 2:00200494
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As always, Bertie is about to find himself in the soup (or 'up to the knees in bisque') and Jeeves is poised to pull him out - quite possibly after pushing him in in the first place. In this omnibus of characteristically hilarious short stories and novels, Jeeves is for the first time shockingly employed to resolve the woes of someone other than Bertie Wooster. Contains The Mating Season, Ring for Jeeves and Very Good, Jeeves...
audience on Tuesday with his singing –’ I saw daylight. ‘By Jove, Jeeves! You mean if he gets the bird, all will be off?’ ‘I shall be greatly surprised if such is not the case, sir.’ I shook my head. ‘We cannot leave this thing to chance, Jeeves. Young Tuppy, singing “Sonny Boy”, is the likeliest prospect for the bird that I can think of – but, no – you must see for yourself that we can’t simply trust to luck.’ ‘We need not trust to luck, sir. I would suggest that you approach your friend,
gave no indication of wanting us to stop and join the party?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘I think Aunt Dahlia’s fears are justified. The thing seems serious.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Well, strain the brain, Jeeves.’ ‘Very good, sir.’ It wasn’t till I was dressing for dinner that night that I saw young Tuppy again. He trickled in just as I was arranging the tie. ‘Hullo!’ I said. ‘Hullo!’ said Tuppy. ‘Who was the girl?’ I asked, in that casual, snaky way of mine – off-hand, I mean. ‘A Miss Dalgleish,’ said Tuppy,
hit me over the head with your club and dragged me by my hair to your cave.’ ‘Oh, no, dash it, I wouldn’t do a thing like that.’ Mrs Spottsworth opened her eyes, and enlarging them to their fullest extent allowed them to play on his like searchlights. ‘You did it because you loved me,’ she said in a low, vibrant whisper. ‘And I –’ She broke off. Something tall and willowy had loomed up against the skyline, and a voice with perhaps just a quaver of nervousness in it was saying
there was a wealth of meaning in his voice. Rory was listening at the library door. ‘Hullo,’ he said. ‘Someone talking French. Must be Boussac. Don’t want to miss Boussac. Come along, Moke. This girl,’ said Rory, putting a loving arm round her shoulder, ‘talks French with both hands. You coming, Mrs Spottsworth? It’s the Derby Dinner on television.’ ‘I will join you later, perhaps,’ said Mrs Spottsworth. ‘I left Pomona out in the garden, and she may be getting lonely.’ ‘You, Captain?’
nurtured lady would be inclined to react on receipt of such a piece of information.’ ‘Well, I wish you hadn’t. The top of my head nearly came off.’ ‘I am sorry, m’lord. But it was how I saw the scene. I felt it, felt it here,’ said Jeeves, tapping the left side of his waistcoat. ‘If your lordship would be good enough to throw me the line once more.’ ‘There’s rather an outsize specimen crawling on the back of your hair.’ ‘I would be grateful if your lordship would be so kind as to knock it