Donde Wooster se entera de algo aún más terrible que
el casamiento entre Muriel y Alexander. ¿Y qué es esto de tomarse un stiff b.-and-s.? Al final se aclara un
poco. De la pluma del británico P. G. Wodehouse, Leave it to Jeeves
I spun round. A
chappie with a lot of stiff grey hair and a red sort of healthy face was
standing there. Rather a formidable Johnnie, he looked, though quite peaceful
at the moment.
"I want you
to meet my husband, Mr. Wooster. Mr. Wooster is a friend of Bruce's,
Alexander."
The old boy
grasped my hand warmly, and that was all that kept me from hitting the floor in
a heap. The place was rocking. Absolutely.
"So you
know my nephew, Mr. Wooster," I heard him say. "I wish you would try
to knock a little sense into him and make him quit this playing at painting.
But I have an idea that he is steadying down. I noticed it first that night he
came to dinner with us, my dear, to be introduced to you. He seemed altogether
quieter and more serious. Something seemed to have sobered him. Perhaps you
will give us the pleasure of your company at dinner to-night, Mr. Wooster? Or
have you dined?"
I said I had.
What I needed then was air, not dinner. I felt that I wanted to get into the
open and think this thing out.
When I reached
my apartment I heard Jeeves moving about in his lair. I called him.
"Jeeves,"
I said, "now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party.
A stiff b.-and-s. first of all, and
then I've a bit of news for you."
He came back
with a tray and a long glass.
"Better
have one yourself, Jeeves. You'll need it."