“It’s brain,” I said; “pure brain! What do you do to get like that,
Jeeves? I believe you must eat a lot of fish, or something. Do you eat
a lot of fish, Jeeves?”
“No, sir.”
“Oh, well, then, it’s just a gift, I take it; and if you aren’t born
that way there’s no use worrying.”
“Precisely, sir,” said Jeeves. “If I might make the suggestion, sir, I
should not continue to wear your present tie. The green shade gives you
a slightly bilious air. I should strongly advocate the blue with the
red domino pattern instead, sir.”
“All right, Jeeves.” I said humbly. “You know!”