“Golly, Jeeves!”
“Sir?”
“Here’s an instance of how you have to think of everything. You heard
me mention sausages, kidneys and bacon and ham.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, there must be nothing of that. Fatal. The wrong note entirely.
Give me that telegraph form and pencil. I must warn Gussie without
delay. What he’s got to do is to create in this girl’s mind the
impression that he is pining away for love of her. This cannot be done
by wolfing sausages.”
“No, sir.”
“Very well, then.”
And, taking form and _p._, I drafted the following:
_Fink-Nottle
Brinkley Court,
Market Snodsbury
Worcestershire
Lay off the sausages. Avoid the ham.
Bertie._
“Send that off, Jeeves, instanter.”
“Very good, sir.”