Spoilers: S01E02
Working for Mr Wooster proved to be the most agreeable experience for Jeeves. Mr Wooster took almost all of his advice with ease and without much fuss. It was like Jeeves is creating his day on his own. Mr Wooster would just stand in the right place and let himself be dressed in the right coat and take the right hat from Jeeves' hand.
It was most satisfactory. That is, while it worked.
The rift in his routine began with those dreaded plus sixes as Mr Wooster called his new dreadful trousers.
Jeeves started a careful manoeuvre to dissuade Mr Wooster from exiting the apartment in those garments of which Jeeves thought as a lesser version of a home robe.
"No with the buts," said Mr Wooster contradicting him and plucking Jeeves' pocket watch out of his pocket. "We must go."
Jeeves was so bewildered with the intimate intrusion on his personal space that he lost a step and didn't carry on with his remarks.
In the car, things got worse.
"I'm in love with Ms Wickham," Mr Wooster said.
"With Ms Wickham, sir?" Jeeves said with disapproval and Mr Wooster was quick to catch on to his tone of voice.
"There's no need of saying it like that," Mr Wooster was quick to reprimand him back to his post.
When they arrived Mr Wooster asked him firmly to explain his opinion and Jeeves did just so. He compressed his disapproval of Ms Wickham's character in a rather polite sentence but then again Mr Wooster just pranced off taking only the final words of his opinion.
"Exactly Jeeves. Condemned out of your own mouth," Mr Wooster said and pranced off.
Jeeves got deeply worried then. He wasn't the one to say that Mr Wooster didn't have a strong personality but he was only inclined to think that he wouldn't be the one who orders anyone around. He can be firm at times and determinate when he knows what he wants but that was hardly ever.
It seemed that he had no special opinions about most things of which others had very strong opinions about. That might have seemed like a weakness to Jeeves before he met Mr Wooster but on him, it was a gentleness of nature, an openness towards the world. Jeeves would be most disgruntled to see that kindness used and brushed off by a woman like Ms Wickham, the one which only thinks of her own amusement and advancement. For the likes of her, others were mere toys that can be used and discarded afterwards.
It was sad to see Mr Wooster lose. Jeeves felt partly responsible for his absentminded mood. He even tried to suggest to Mr Wooster to focus and think of his problems later but as always that was easier said than done.
Maybe even worse than witnessing his defeat was to stand by and watch how Ms Wickham was playing a game on his account. When the other victim of her play, said Barmy, approached Jeeves for help, Jeeves was placed in a dilemma.
He could dissuade Barmy from participating in her ploy or even warn his master but what purpose would that serve.
The gentlemen would surely refuse to believe him. Sometimes it was best for others to experience some things on their own skin.
As expected they were on their way home in the morning and although Mr Wooster was enraged Jeeves thought of it for the best.
The following week wasn't any better because it was marked with Ms Wickham. Although Jeeves dissuaded Mr Wooster from pursuing her she wasn't a woman who was dissuaded easily.
Mr Wooster was admirable in his attempt to put off Ms Wickham but Jeeves had no real hope that he'll be successful in his endeavour. That's why he obtained items from her letter and withstood the agony of reading her play without showing his disapproval of the lady.
When that torture was over, it got worse. Ms Wickham just took Macintosh from his hands. Even though Jeeves was anything but enamoured with the hound he was at the state of despair. His task was to defend Mr Wooster's attire and possessions but how could he go against his guest to whom he entrusted his apartment even without supervision.
Reasonably, Mr Wooster was in a state of distress upon learning about the fate of his faithful dog. Luckily, Jeeves had his wits if he didn't have anything else and produced a plan of rescuing the hound from the hands of the child without inflicting any hurt to the said child.
Upon returning Mr Wooster was so pleased that he praised Jeeves. While listening to him speak, Jeeves lost his step again and failed to inform Mr Wooster of the second phase of their plan.
As any plan goes, there is always some room in which a man has to improvise. The boy's father, the one who took their dog, pointed his rage at Mr Wooster more than on the dog, therefore Jeeves took the liberty of giving out an impression that Mr Wooster is a too dangerous man to have a row against.
That made him get out of the apartment in a fearful state and grateful enough not to pay special attention to the wrong dog in his hand.
Before he was able to disclose the whole plot to Mr Wooster, he was already up on his feet running after the wrong dog.
When all was settled and the dogs were equally distributed among different owners, Jeeves offered a small explanation and an apology.
"Except to the eye of love, sir, one Aberdeen Terrier is much like another," he said calmly.
As he returned to his duties Jeeves was once again satisfied with his current position in life. One master was much like another but Jeeves rather approved of this one. Especially of his ability to let go of small mistakes Jeeves made and to accept his improvisations. Mr Wooster never once reprimanded him for using the word 'eccentric' to describe him, falsely of course.
In that same mood, he was still when Mr Wooster's Aunt Dahlia asked him directly for a favour. He was most flattered by her trust and wasn't easily willing to accept defeat. He even went so far to compliment Mr Wooster's pleasant baritone.
That, by itself, wasn't a lie, although Jeeves suffered through modern tunes Mr Wooster decided to entertain with his voice. Jeeves didn't want to encourage Mr Wooster to employ those tunes too frequently but the cause demanded of Jeeves to sacrifice his sense of a good tune to the greater cause.
Despite his sacrifice, the defeat came anyway when the said lady singer who was to be disenchanted with Tuppy wasn't there to witness his defeat before the audience.
Mr Wooster resigned more than a little disappointed in that moment. Jeeves couldn't let that be. After all, it was Mr Wooster's trust in him that led Aunt Dahlia to put her trust in Jeeves, he won't let that be ruined so easily.
Jeeves considered his further actions justified. Aside from his desire to please Aunt Dahlia and Mr Wooster, from what he had gathered. that singer was a poor fit for Tuppy. She was a serious artist while Tuppy just played one to engage her attention.
As tomatoes fell on the said singer Jeeves felt more than a bit of satisfaction. Tuppy was punched and the singer stormed out.
In the morning, Mr Wooster wondered about that strange turn of events and Jeeves found himself explaining the event in the detail.
In the past, even if he would dare to meddle in his employer's business, he would never disclose that he did so. He would find it most distasteful, disrespectful and embarrassing that he felt the need to intervene in such a manner. More so, he would feel that he would be judged harshly for his conduct and, subsequently, be asked to leave the premises for his intrusion in the gentleman's life.
Presently, in the company of Mr Wooster, who himself served as a sort of trouble-solver to his immediate family and friends, Jeeves felt confident that Mr Wooster will be able to appreciate the delicate nature of Jeeves' intervention in the last night's events.
As he anticipated, Mr Wooster did understand but moreover, it seemed like Mr Wooster was extremely pleased with Jeeves' services. That was more than just seen as a favourable attribute for a suitable master.
Unexpectedly, Mr Wooster decided to grant Jeeves a favour and get rid of those ghastly plus sixes that started this unfortunate chain of events. As he got rid of them Jeeves discovered within his person a small sense of mischief. He didn't just dispose of plus sixes. He cut them to small pieces and fed them to the fire in the fireplace.
That small ritual gave him a sense of home, there was something in the fire that wasn't his but was bestowed upon him to be disposed at his will. It was most pleasant.