Expecting Jeeves

He was one of those supercilious striplings who give you the impression that you went to the wrong school and that your clothes don’t fit.

was listening with his ears flapping

But the memory rankled, if you know what I mean. We Woosters do not lightly forget.

We all shook hands, and the policeman, having retrieved a piece of chewing-gum from the underside of a chair, where he had parked it against a rainy day, went off into a corner and began to contemplate the infinite.

we had rather a festive lunch, they got a bit above themselves

The stripling stared at me in a nasty sort of way through the jam. He may have loved me at first sight, but the impression he gave me was that he didn’t think a lot of me and wasn’t betting much that I would improve a great deal on acquaintance.

wasn’t a thing I’d have cared to do as a rule, but it seemed to me that now was the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party, so to speak, and that it was up to Jeeves to rally round the young master, even if it broke up his beauty-sleep.

That’ll be all right. I shall be the jolly old star by then, and he won’t have a leg to stand on.”
“It seems to me he’ll have one leg to stand on while he kicks me with the other.”

England seems pretty well stocked up with Bassington-Bassingtons.”
“Tolerably so, sir.”
“No chance of a sudden shortage, I mean, what?”
“Presumably not, sir.”
“And what sort of a specimen is this one?”
“I could not say, sir, on such short acquaintance.”
“Will you give me a sporting two to one, Jeeves, judging from what you have seen of him, that this chappie is not a blighter or an excrescence?”
“No, sir. I should not care to venture such liberal odds.”

He had a black eye and a torn collar, and altogether was nothing to write home about—especially if one was writing to Aunt Agatha.