Regarding Jeeves...The man's a genius. From the collar upward he stands alone.
"Oh, Jeeves" I said; "about that check suit."
"Yes, sir?"
"Is it really a frost?"
"A trifle too bizarre, sir, in my opinion."
"But lots of fellows have asked who my tailor is."
"Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir."
It seemed to me that if he wanted to do a real act of kindness he would commit suicide.
Jeeves had projected himself in from the dining room and materialized on the rug. Lady Malvern tried to freeze him with a look, but you can't do that sort of thing to Jeeves, He is lookproof.
While passing a bar...but I had been able to observe that there was a sprightly sports-man behind the counter mixing things out of bottles and stirring them up with a stick in long glasses that seemed to have ice in them, and the urge came upon me to see more of this man.
"Rosie is the dearest girl in the world; but if you were a married man Bertie, you would be aware that the best of wives is apt to cut up rough if she finds that her husband has dropped six weeks' housekeeping money on a single race, Isn't that so Jeeves?"
"Yes sir. Women are odd in that respect."
The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and forgotten to say "When!"
"Tell me Jeeves, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?"
"Sir?"
"The brain. The gray matter. Were you an outstandingly brilliant boy?"
"My mother thought me intelligent, sir."
"You can't go by that. My mother thought me intelligent."