The Inimitable Jeeves - Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (13 ebook reader .txt) 📗
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"And what do you propose to do now?"
"Oh, I've got it all planned out! After you've seen my uncle and broken the news...."
"What!"
"After you've...."
"You don't mean to say you think you're going to lug me into it?"
He looked at me like Lilian Gish coming out of a swoon.
"Is this Bertie Wooster talking?" he said, pained.
"Yes, it jolly well is."
"Bertie, old man," said Bingo, patting me gently here and there, "reflect! We were at school——"
"Oh, all right!"
"Good man! I knew I could rely on you. She's waiting down below in the hall. We'll pick her up and dash round to Pounceby Gardens right away."
I had only seen the bride before in her waitress kit, and I was rather expecting that on her wedding day she would have launched out into something fairly zippy in the way of upholstery. The first gleam of hope I had felt since the start of this black business came to me when I saw that, instead of being all velvet and scent and flowery hat, she was dressed in dashed good taste. Quiet. Nothing loud. So far as looks went, she might have stepped straight out of Berkeley Square.
"This is my old pal, Bertie Wooster, darling," said Bingo. "We were at school together, weren't we, Bertie?"
"We were!" I said. "How do you do? I think we—er—met at lunch the other day, didn't we?"
"Oh, yes! How do you do?"
"My uncle eats out of Bertie's hand," explained Bingo. "So he's coming round with us to start things off and kind of pave the way. Hi, taxi!"
We didn't talk much on the journey. Kind of tense feeling. I was glad when the cab stopped at old Bittlesham's wigwam and we all hopped out. I left Bingo and wife in the hall while I went upstairs to the drawing-room, and the butler toddled off to dig out the big chief.
While I was prowling about the room waiting for him to show up, I suddenly caught sight of that bally "Woman Who Braved All" lying on one of the tables. It was open at page two hundred and fifteen, and a passage heavily marked in pencil caught my eye. And directly I read it I saw that it was all to the mustard and was going to help me in my business.
This was the passage:
"What can prevail"—Millicent's eyes flashed as she faced the stern old man—"what can prevail against a pure and all-consuming love? Neither principalities nor powers, my lord, nor all the puny prohibitions of guardians and parents. I love your son, Lord Mindermere, and nothing can keep us apart. Since time first began this love of ours was fated, and who are you to pit yourself against the decrees of Fate?"
The earl looked at her keenly from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
"Humph!" he said.
Before I had time to refresh my memory as to what Millicent's come-back had been to that remark, the door opened and old Bittlesham rolled in. All over me, as usual.
"My dear Mr. Wooster, this is an unexpected pleasure. Pray take a seat. What can I do for you?"
"Well, the fact is, I'm more or less in the capacity of a jolly old ambassador at the moment. Representing young Bingo, you know."
His geniality sagged a trifle, I thought, but he didn't heave me out, so I pushed on.
"The way I always look at it," I said, "is that it's dashed difficult for anything to prevail against what you might call a pure and all-consuming love. I mean, can it be done? I doubt it."
My eyes didn't exactly flash as I faced the stern old man, but I sort of waggled my eyebrows. He puffed a bit and looked doubtful.
"We discussed this matter at our last meeting, Mr. Wooster. And on that occasion...."
"Yes. But there have been developments, as it were, since then. The fact of the matter is," I said, coming to the point, "this morning young Bingo went and jumped off the dock."
"Good heavens!" He jerked himself to his feet with his mouth open. "Why? Where? Which dock?"
I saw that he wasn't quite on.
"I was speaking metaphorically," I explained, "if that's the word I want. I mean he got married."
"Married!"
"Absolutely hitched up. I hope you aren't ratty about it, what? Young blood, you know. Two loving hearts, and all that."
He panted in a rather overwrought way.
"I am greatly disturbed by your news. I—I consider that I have been—er—defied. Yes, defied."
"But who are you to pit yourself against the decrees of Fate?" I said, taking a look at the prompt book out of the corner of my eye.
"Eh?"
"You see, this love of theirs was fated. Since time began, you know."
I'm bound to admit that if he'd said "Humph!" at this juncture, he would have had me stymied. Luckily it didn't occur to him. There was a silence, during which he appeared to brood a bit. Then his eye fell on the book and he gave a sort of start.
"Why, bless my soul, Mr. Wooster, you have been quoting!"
"More or less."
"I thought your words sounded familiar." His whole appearance changed and he gave a sort of gurgling chuckle. "Dear me, dear me, you know my weak spot!" He picked up the book and buried himself in it for quite a while. I began to think he had forgotten I was there. After a bit, however, he put it down again, and wiped his eyes. "Ah, well!" he said.
I shuffled my feet and hoped for the best.
"Ah, well," he said again. "I must not be like Lord Windermere, must I, Mr. Wooster? Tell me, did you draw that haughty old man from a living model?"
"Oh, no! Just thought of him and bunged him down, you know."
"Genius!" murmured old Bittlesham. "Genius! Well, Mr. Wooster, you have won me over. Who, as you say, am I to pit myself against the decrees of Fate? I will write to Richard to-night and inform him of my consent to his marriage."
"You can slip him the glad news in person," I said. "He's waiting downstairs, with wife complete. I'll pop down and send them up. Cheerio, and thanks very much. Bingo will be most awfully bucked."
I shot out and went downstairs. Bingo and Mrs. were sitting on a couple of chairs like patients in a dentist's waiting-room.
"Well?" said Bingo eagerly.
"All over except the hand-clasping," I replied, slapping the old crumpet on the back. "Charge up and get matey. Toodle-oo, old things. You know where to find me, if wanted. A thousand congratulations, and all that sort of rot."
And I pipped, not wishing to be fawned upon.
* * * * *
You never can tell in this world. If ever I felt that something attempted, something done had earned a night's repose, it was when I got back to the flat and shoved my feet up on the mantelpiece and started to absorb the cup of tea which Jeeves had brought in. Used as I am to seeing Life's sitters blow up in the home stretch and finish nowhere, I couldn't see any cause for alarm in this affair of young Bingo's. All he had to do when I left him in Pounceby Gardens was to walk upstairs with the little missus and collect the blessing. I was so convinced of this that when, about half an hour later, he came galloping into my sitting-room, all I thought was that he wanted to thank me in broken accents and tell me what a good chap I had been. I merely beamed benevolently on the old creature as he entered, and was just going to offer him a cigarette when I observed that he seemed to have something on his mind. In fact, he looked as if something solid had hit him in the solar plexus.
"My dear old soul," I said, "what's up?"
Bingo plunged about the room.
"I will be calm!" he said, knocking over an occasional table. "Calm, dammit!" He upset a chair.
"Surely nothing has gone wrong?"
Bingo uttered one of those hollow, mirthless yelps.
"Only every bally thing that could go wrong. What do you think happened after you left us? You know that beastly book you insisted on sending my uncle?"
It wasn't the way I should have put it myself, but I saw the poor old bean was upset for some reason or other, so I didn't correct him.
"'The Woman Who Braved All'?" I said. "It came in dashed useful. It was by quoting bits out of it that I managed to talk him round."
"Well, it didn't come in useful when we got into the room. It was lying on the table, and after we had started to chat a bit and everything was going along nicely the little woman spotted it. 'Oh, have you read this, Lord Bittlesham?' she said. 'Three times already,' said my uncle. 'I'm so glad,' said the little woman. 'Why, are you also an admirer of Rosie M. Banks?' asked the old boy, beaming. 'I am Rosie M. Banks!' said the little woman."
"Oh, my aunt! Not really?"
"Yes."
"But how could she be? I mean, dash it, she was slinging the foodstuffs at the Senior Liberal Club."
Bingo gave the settee a moody kick.
"She took the job to collect material for a book she's writing called 'Mervyn Keene, Clubman.'"
"She might have told you."
"It made such a hit with her when she found that I loved her for herself alone, despite her humble station, that she kept it under her hat. She meant to spring it on me later on, she said."
"Well, what happened then?"
"There was the dickens of a painful scene. The old boy nearly got apoplexy. Called her an impostor. They both started talking at once at the top of their voices, and the thing ended with the little woman buzzing off to her publishers to collect proofs as a preliminary to getting a written apology from the old boy. What's going to happen now, I don't know. Apart from the fact that my uncle will be as mad as a wet hen when he finds out that he has been fooled, there's going to be a lot of trouble when the little woman discovers that we worked the Rosie M. Banks wheeze with a view to trying to get me married to somebody else. You see, one of the things that first attracted her to me was the fact that I had never been in love before."
"Did you tell her that?"
"Yes."
"Great Scott!"
"Well, I hadn't been ... not really in love. There's all the difference in the world between.... Well, never mind that. What am I going to do? That's the point."
"I don't know."
"Thanks," said young Bingo. "That's a lot of help."
* * * * *
Next morning he rang me up on the phone just after I'd got the bacon and eggs into my system—the one moment of the day, in short, when a chappie wishes to muse on life absolutely undisturbed.
"Bertie!"
"Hallo?"
"Things are hotting up."
"What's happened now?"
"My uncle has given the little woman's proofs the once-over and admits her claim. I've just been having five snappy minutes with him on the telephone. He says that you and I made a fool of him, and he could hardly speak, he was so shirty. Still, he made it clear all right that my allowance has gone phut again."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't waste time being sorry for me," said young Bingo grimly. "He's coming to call on you to-day to demand a personal explanation."
"Great Scott!"
"And the little woman is coming to call on you to demand a personal explanation."
"Good Lord!"
"I shall watch your future career with some considerable interest," said young Bingo.
I bellowed for Jeeves.
"Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"I'm in the soup."
"Indeed, sir?"
I sketched out the scenario for him.
"What would you advise?"
"I think if I
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