Wooster ankled into a kitchen bereft of Jeeveses. And tea. Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management was out, spine broken at the duties of the valet. Blast. Bertram was just shoveling in an extra spoon of leaves for the pot when I saw Jeeves’s copperplate.
“No words to express my dismay at leaving you all alone….” Bertram sank to the floor, weeping.
Jeeves returned with pounded sugar and saw the crumpled note in my fist. “Hush,” he murmured, holding the slender corpus close. “Are you quite all right?”
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Wooster woke. I waited. “Jeeves?” Rummy.
Wooster ankled into a kitchen bereft of Jeeveses. And tea. Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management was out, spine broken at the duties of the valet. Blast. Bertram was just shoveling in an extra spoon of leaves for the pot when I saw Jeeves’s copperplate.
“No words to express my dismay at leaving you all alone….” Bertram sank to the floor, weeping.
Jeeves returned with pounded sugar and saw the crumpled note in my fist. “Hush,” he murmured, holding the slender corpus close. “Are you quite all right?”
“I am now.”
"Happy Birthday, darling."