"Peace, Jeeves! There is more to come. You have not forgotten that Mr.
Sipperley loves Miss Gwendolen Moon, but fears to speak. I bet you'd
forgotten that."
"No, sir."
"Well, then, my belief is that, once he finds he has lost his awe of
this Waterbury, he will be so supremely braced that there will be no
holding him. He will rush right off and bung his heart at her feet,
Jeeves."
"Well, sir----"
"Jeeves," I said a little severely, "whenever I suggest a plan or
scheme or course of action, you are too apt to say, 'Well, sir,' in a
nasty tone of voice. I do not like it, and it is a habit you should
check. The plan or scheme or course of action which I have outlined
contains no flaw. If it does, I should like to hear it."
"Well, sir----"
"Jeeves!"
"I beg your pardon, sir. I was about to remark that, in my opinion,
you are approaching Mr. Sipperley's problems in the wrong order."
"How do you mean, the wrong order?"
"Well, I fancy, sir, that better results would be obtained by first
inducing Mr. Sipperley to offer marriage to Miss Moon. In the event of
the young lady proving agreeable, I think that Mr. Sipperley would be
in such an elevated frame of mind that he would have no difficulty in
asserting himself with Mr. Waterbury."
"Ah, but you are then stymied by the question: How is he to be induced?"
"It had occurred to me, sir, that, as Miss Moon is a poetess and of a
romantic nature, it might have weight with her if she heard that Mr.
Sipperley had met with a serious injury and was mentioning her name."
"Call for her brokenly, you mean?"
"Calling for her, as you say, sir, brokenly."