Spoilers: S01E03
Jeeves felt a bit haunted. It seemed that wherever he turned there was Mr Wooster talking at him. He was so often home that Jeeves resigned with doing most of his chores while Mr Wooster was observing him.
Usually, he would do most of his chores unnoticed. That was the virtue of a good manservant, to do his job and that it seemed as though no job has been done. When the gentleman returns from his duties, he would just find everything in its place.
That was an impossible task with Mr Wooster.
His schedule was unpredictable. Sometimes he would dine in, sometimes out. Sometimes he would go out and sometimes he would stay in with a book.
Not an improving book like the ones Jeeves was reading but rather some sort of romance novels Jeeves usually disproved off.
Still, when one of those novels was left on the coffee table while all of Jeeves' chores were done, he felt somewhat interested in the contents of said novel.
After all, all books were written and cared for, someone found words in it worth writing down.
Mr Wooster wasn't home and the book was placed on the piano. If Jeeves would to take the book in the kitchen surely Mr Wooster wouldn't notice it being moved. That wouldn't seem unusual since the very core part of Jeeves' job was to move things around.
That's how he started the book before he knew it, he had read the whole thing bit by bit in the absence of Mr Wooster. He read half of it in one night while he waited for Mr Wooster to get back from an outing.
The book wasn't of much quality but the story was compelling nevertheless.
Who would think, but maybe one could think, that Mr Wooster would be moved by a love story between a gentleman and an unfortunate young lady born to a not so rich background?
After that, Jeeves himself sought out novels of similar character. He found it entertaining and didn't see any harm in him being acquainted with the sort of books his master enjoyed.
That seemed prudent since it appeared that his master enjoyed fewer things than one might assume at first glance. It seemed that the most pleasing thing for his master was to help those around him, to join estranged hearts so to speak.
The choice of his books did reveal a romantic nature. Perhaps that was the reason he so firmly eschews from the prospects of marriage. Maybe that was even the reason for which Jeeves himself was so firmly against the notion of his master being married off unromantically in a union his aunts desired. If anyone deserved to be loved by his spouse it was his master.
Sadly, no one emerged for who his master would show any kind of affection.
When the business with Bobby the hot-water-piercer came about, Jeeves didn't think of their possible engagement as romantic in any sense. It seemed to Jeeves that Mr Wooster was just briefly entertained by the thought of having a partner in crime by his side, someone to make tricks for him to laugh at.
That was hardly enough for a good marriage.
In the absence of any desirable partner for his master, Jeeves sought out for a different matter altogether. He listened to rumours and ascertain data on Mr Wooster's family and friends to find him a good love story to participate in.
The right thing accidentally landed in his lap so to speak.
Jeeves was known in the circles of personal servants as a mediator of sorts, a trusted companion in delicate social situations. That's how he got invited in accompanying his friend to court a young lady. There he was a shield against the young lady's aunt. As a good shield, he listened to her stories with careful interest.
In her stories a name arose, Wooster was the name. At that point, Jeeves wasn't just a shield, he became interested in the story, in the broken-up love affair.
Jeeves smiled just slightly thinking how reminiscent this was of Mr Wooster's novels. He could remember Mr Wooster speaking kindly of his uncle. When slightly encouraged, Mr Wooster told their side of the story to Jeeves not denying any details.
In Jeeves' mind a clear path was formed. Lord Yaxley, Mr Wooster's uncle, deserved to be reunited with his young love. Why wouldn't he in his old age enjoy the company of affectionate nature? That's why Jeeves instructed Lord Yaxley's manservant to navigate his gentleman to the niece of his love. Surely, he'll be able to recognize the name and the likeness the niece had to her aunt.
The plan sounded wise but as in any plan, as he himself warned Mr Wooster only a few weeks earlier, if everything depended on two unaware participants, it will most likely backfire.
Instead of recognizing the likeness, the old Lord got infatuated by it giving his affection to the young niece.
It meant that he, not only aimed an elderly gentleman on a very young lady but also ruined his friend's prospects of achieving desirable consummation of agreement with the said lady.
He was in a slight state of despair since he had no ways of influencing the old lord but then his master Mr Wooster came to his aid.
When Mr Wooster appeared in his favourite cafe in his free time, Jeeves didn't even mind for the intrusion. He was grateful for the eagerness with which Mr Wooster listened to his suggestions.
There was a certain dose of trepidation with which Jeeves expected the lord's appearance and the reception of the news that he withheld information from his master to be. He had to bear the anxiety of it because the benefit of a valiant outcome was out waging his own comfort.
Jeeves didn't know the lord well so there was a chance that his old love had died off, that he'll just carry on with courting the niece rather than an aged woman who was well over her prime. That outcome would sadden Jeeves and probably his master too but what would life be if you couldn't wage on the human heart and its fidelity.
The lord entered Mr Wooster's home and all went down even better than Jeeves expected.
The danger was averted. His friend got his fiancé back and old lovers were reunited. Jeeves thought how it all turned out quite nicely.
"You're not aware," said Mr Wooster upon returning from the club with yet another ruined red rose, "but this binge has depreciated your stock quite considerably."
That made Jeeves admit that he had knowledge of Lord Yaxley's past. Still, there was no need to dwell upon Jeeves' earlier involvement in the matter.
Mr Wooster enjoyed himself in the success of their intervention even if he was on the surface disgruntled instead of his Aunt Agatha. It wasn't hard to see through the surface of Mr Wooster. Still, it seemed wise to avoid the full throttle of Aunt Agatha's rage. It would return Mr Wooster in that nervous state of indigestion he was in before.
As he planned their swiftly escape Jeeves decided to take the train while Mr Wooster drives to their destination. It seemed prudent to make some distance between his master and him. The familiarity of it all seemed to be too strenuous on Jeeves' time. A solitary journey on the train seemed like a satisfactory prelude to their days in the village where they'll share rooms really close together.
It appeared that Mr Wooster is never really far away. There was no need for them to drive for a few hours leaned shoulder by shoulder as Mr Wooster talks and drives. Surely, even he will consider some alone time as agreeable.