Spoiler alert: S01E03
The visit to Twing Hall proved to be challenging for Jeeves for many reasons.
The first challenge was his grumpy master who was moody and irritable.
The second challenge was the sporting betting on the village fair behind their hostess' back.
The third one was himself or his growing sense of animation.
For his third challenge, he blamed the lack of duties. Twing Hall was organized like a clockwork under the firm grip of its mistress. There were no additional duties for Jeeves but to attend to his master's needs.
It was luck really that in the whole picture there was the sporting challenge. Without it, Jeeves wasn't really sure what he would do with himself. He wasn't the kind of a person that liked to be idle.
As a result of Mr Wooster's mood, it seemed that Mr Wooster was constantly somewhere around Jeeves. He went so far to find him in the basement in the servant quarters for cleaning gentleman's gear. Other servants felt such great discomfort in his invasion to their space that they would find themselves work elsewhere as soon as he would enter the room.
That left them alone as if they were back home. Jeeves felt conflicted about the whole idea of it. The idea that Mr Wooster went wherever Jeeves roamed. On one side his company wasn't unpleasant and their conversations were interesting, especially since Mr Wooster listened to Jeeves as an equal interlocutor, but on the other side, Jeeves never seemed to catch some rest to put an end to his growing sense of animation.
Everything in Twing Hall seemed to be designed to rise Jeeves' spirit to an undignified state of alert.
One of his troubles was the bath that had a complicated boiler. To Jeeves' dismay, Mr Wooster never had enough patience to let the tub fill sufficiently to cover him whole.
The end result was Mr Wooster sitting in a tub too exposed for comfort. Jeeves found a way to give him at least some sense of modesty by placing a stall with towels as an obstacle between them and busied himself with tasks of maintaining the bathroom. Usually, he would leave Mr Wooster till he finished his bath but now it seemed that their conversation doesn't have pauses long enough for Jeeves to leave the bathroom and busy himself elsewhere.
Jeeves garnered hope that their sporting event will resolve his other two problems. That the success in betting will lift Mr Wooster's foul mood and give Jeeves' animation a sense of release.
That's why he invested himself in the odds more than he usually would. The outcome was of personal interest to him. He even found himself sitting on the ground spying through the binocular to prove that the pageboy can win the race.
The said pageboy was rude beyond comprehension making an opprobrious remark about Jeeves' appearance calling him a 'fruit fairy'.
The remark enraged Jeeves to the point of running after the rude boy. When he saw him run, he forgot about his rude remarks, all that was left was a safe bet no one else would take. The risk would make them more than a little gleeful.
Still, that remark led to him sitting on the grass, staining his pressed pants. Worse than that was that Mr Wooster lied beside him on the grass looking at the sky.
But the worst part was that Jeeves wasn't even worried about his suit that he'll have to clean later, he was grateful after all for any kind of distraction, but for the position in which he placed himself.
Jeeves was so uncomfortable with it that he spent the whole time sitting upright looking through the binocular waiting for the pageboy to run before them. The boy was so rude that it was inevitable for him to run before someone sooner or later.
Sooner would be more agreeable for Jeeves. Mr Wooster was smoking, sending puffs up the sky. Nothing was said but Jeeves kept thinking of fruit fairies and how he went to the service to get away from his dissatisfied father. His father was more than little dismayed with Jeeves' manners and inclinations towards books and culture. Sometimes he too would call Jeeves the fruit fairy or some meaner variants of the word.
Jeeves, being the man of knowledge, was acquainted with the expressions and customs surrounding said deviant subculture but he never found himself drawn enough to step in its circles. His life was fulfilled enough without exploits which could be called damning for the soul although Jeeves avoided superstition whenever he could.
He expected of himself that in time he will settle down with an agreeable lady to spend long evenings with but that always seemed really far away.
Now, since he was in the service of Mr Wooster, those thoughts would occur, the forbidden ones, but he always firmly kept them at bay. The problem was that Mr Wooster didn't help with his composure at all.
He always went around talking how a broadminded man he is, how he fears nothing and is ready to take risks.
When the boy finally run, Mr Wooster turned quickly and ended up leaning on Jeeves' leg. The contact wasn't unnoticed by Jeeves. That was just the moment that their hostess pops up behind them sounding reprimanding and accusing.
Jeeves felt shame as he was caught in an unlawful act. He was quick to invent a small lie to stop her prying. It would be most unpleasant if she would discover that they were betting when she strictly forbade so.
The days dragged on and it seemed that Mr Wooster is talking to him in code. It was as he knows Jeeves secret fears and is negotiating with Jeeves' terms of surrender.
That was a silly thought but Jeeves armed himself with poets and writers, quoting them to advise caution in their every endeavour. Even in strokes of golf.
Still, even when was proved wrong, when the golf ball ended up in the tree, Mr Wooster seemed firm and unfaltering, as he really has no fear.
Of course, it was up to Jeeves to climb the tree in his clean clothes, as it would be on Jeeves to suffer the consequences if anything would ever happen between them, which it wouldn't, he would never allow it. Mr Wooster would be protected by his status and money, he would just be called eccentric while Jeeves could easily end up in jail, if not worse.
Keeping that in mind, Jeeves kept himself stern, although no moves were made, nothing inappropriate was spoken, no advances were taken. Still, there was that feeling between Jeeves and Mr Wooster and as days passed it seemed to Jeeves that the feeling is growing.
He wasn't ready to disclose to himself what that feeling was about but he let himself feel the satisfaction of it. There was nothing malicious inside of their interactions. If nothing it seemed that Mr Wooster is quite fond of Jeeves.
That couldn't be a bad thing, could it?