Usual disclaimer. WARNING: from now on the entire story will be fluff,
fluff, and lovely fluff. Hah.
Chapter Seven
I didn't sleep well that night. Apart from the fact that the birds were howling outside my window, I kept thinking about the note. I hadn't shown it to Jeeves. I didn't know why, I just felt that I shouldn't, some how. I kept reading it, over and over, but as much as I strained the old bean, I couldn't think of a girl I knew called Emily.
In the end, it all got so much that I hopped out of bed at the ghastly hour of eight. I couldn't sleep; some other force was keeping me going. Jeeves seemed positively rattled; he knows how I like my eight hours of the dreamless.
After a hearty breakfast, I resolved to do a bit of wandering about the metrop. as it seemed the only thing to do. And with that, I set forth into the world.
When I returned, there was a telegraph on the table. I picked it up with the uncertainty due to telegrams: for me they always herald bad news. It read:
'To Bertram,
You are an imbecile! Olivia's Father has demanded your engagement broken off, due to him finding evidence of some eccentricity on your part. I am furious! I do wish you would order you behaviour in a more sensible manner.
Mrs A. Spencer Gregson'
I nearly choked. What eccentricity was this? I had never felt less eccentric in my life while in that beastly house. Something was afoot, so I showed the thing to Jeeves. I had expected him to have some part in the matter, but no, Jeeves was baffled.
But as I slipped beneath the covers that night, I watched him like a hawk as he left, and observed a pondering look on his lemon, indicating he knew more than he let on. But what was there to know?
I do not wish to deceive my public; I was very pleased with it all. I was no longer affianced to Olivia Georgehath, a great improvement. But, there was more behind it all than a chump like self could uncover. What it needed, I felt, was a man who could out think the greatest thinkers, a man who could solve any problem with seamless finesse, a man whose head stuck out at the back, in short, Jeeves.
Chapter Seven
I didn't sleep well that night. Apart from the fact that the birds were howling outside my window, I kept thinking about the note. I hadn't shown it to Jeeves. I didn't know why, I just felt that I shouldn't, some how. I kept reading it, over and over, but as much as I strained the old bean, I couldn't think of a girl I knew called Emily.
In the end, it all got so much that I hopped out of bed at the ghastly hour of eight. I couldn't sleep; some other force was keeping me going. Jeeves seemed positively rattled; he knows how I like my eight hours of the dreamless.
After a hearty breakfast, I resolved to do a bit of wandering about the metrop. as it seemed the only thing to do. And with that, I set forth into the world.
When I returned, there was a telegraph on the table. I picked it up with the uncertainty due to telegrams: for me they always herald bad news. It read:
'To Bertram,
You are an imbecile! Olivia's Father has demanded your engagement broken off, due to him finding evidence of some eccentricity on your part. I am furious! I do wish you would order you behaviour in a more sensible manner.
Mrs A. Spencer Gregson'
I nearly choked. What eccentricity was this? I had never felt less eccentric in my life while in that beastly house. Something was afoot, so I showed the thing to Jeeves. I had expected him to have some part in the matter, but no, Jeeves was baffled.
But as I slipped beneath the covers that night, I watched him like a hawk as he left, and observed a pondering look on his lemon, indicating he knew more than he let on. But what was there to know?
I do not wish to deceive my public; I was very pleased with it all. I was no longer affianced to Olivia Georgehath, a great improvement. But, there was more behind it all than a chump like self could uncover. What it needed, I felt, was a man who could out think the greatest thinkers, a man who could solve any problem with seamless finesse, a man whose head stuck out at the back, in short, Jeeves.