"Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"You tell me that Sebastian Moon, a stripling of such tender years that
he can go about the place with long curls without causing mob violence,
is in love with Clara Bow?"
"And has been for some little time, he gave me to understand, sir."
"Jeeves, this Younger Generation is hot stuff."
"Yes, sir."
"Were you like that in your day?"
"No, sir."
"Nor I, Jeeves. At the age of fourteen I once wrote to Marie Lloyd
for her autograph, but apart from that my private life could bear the
strictest investigation. However, that is not the point. The point is,
Jeeves, that once more I must pay you a marked tribute."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"Once more, like the great man you are, you have stepped forward and
spread sweetness and light in no uncertain measure."
"I am glad to have given satisfaction, sir. Would you be requiring my
services any further?"
"You mean you wish to return to Bognor and its shrimps? Do so, Jeeves,
and stay there another fort-night, if you wish. And may success attend
your net."
"Thank you very much, sir."
I eyed the man fixedly. His head stuck out at the back and his eyes
sparkled with the light of pure intelligence. "I pity the shrimp that
tries to pit its feeble cunning against you, Jeeves," I said.
And I meant it.