"Married!"
"Yes. This morning at a registrar's in Holburn. I've just come from the wedding breakfast."
I sat up in my chair. Alert. The man of affairs. It seemed to me that this thing wanted threshing out in all its aspects.
"Let's get this straight," I said. "You're really married?"
"Yes."
"The same girl you were in love with the day before yesterday?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know what you're like. Tell me, what made you commit this rash act?"
"I wish the deuce you wouldn't talk like that. I married her because I love her, dash it. The best little woman," said young Bingo, "in the world."
"That's all right, and deuced creditable, I'm sure. But have you reflected what your uncle's[Pg 243] going to say? The last I saw of him, he was by no means in a confetti-scattering mood."
"Bertie," said Bingo, "I'll be frank with you. The little woman rather put it up to me, if you know what I mean. I told her how my uncle felt about it, and she said that we must part unless I loved her enough to brave the old boy's wrath3 and marry her right away. So I had no alternative. I bought a buttonhole and went to it."
"And what do you propose to do now?"
"Oh, I've got it all planned out! After you've seen my uncle and broken the news...."
"What!"
"After you've...."
He looked at me like Lilian Gish coming out of a swoon.
"Is this Bertie Wooster talking?" he said, pained.
"Yes, it jolly well is."
"Bertie, old man," said Bingo, patting me gently here and there, "reflect! We were at school——"
"Oh, all right!"
"Good man! I knew I could rely on you. She's waiting down below in the hall. We'll pick her up and dash round to Pounceby Gardens right away."
I had only seen the bride before in her waitress kit5, and I was rather expecting that on her wedding day she would have launched out into something fairly zippy in the way of upholstery. The first gleam of hope I had felt since the start of this black business came to me when I saw that, instead of being all velvet6 and scent7 and flowery hat, she was dressed in dashed good taste. Quiet. Nothing loud. So far as looks went, she might have stepped straight out of Berkeley Square.
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"This is my old pal8, Bertie Wooster, darling," said Bingo. "We were at school together, weren't we, Bertie?"
"We were!" I said. "How do you do? I think we—er—met at lunch the other day, didn't we?"
"Oh, yes! How do you do?"
"My uncle eats out of Bertie's hand," explained Bingo. "So he's coming round with us to start things off and kind of pave the way. Hi, taxi!"
We didn't talk much on the journey. Kind of tense feeling. I was glad when the cab stopped at old Bittlesham's wigwam and we all hopped9 out. I left Bingo and wife in the hall while I went upstairs to the drawing-room, and the butler toddled10 off to dig out the big chief.
While I was prowling about the room waiting for him to show up, I suddenly caught sight of that bally "Woman Who Braved All" lying on one of the tables. It was open at page two hundred and fifteen, and a passage heavily marked in pencil caught my eye. And directly I read it I saw that it was all to the mustard and was going to help me in my business.
This was the passage:
"What can prevail"—Millicent's eyes flashed as she faced the stern old man—"what can prevail against a pure and all-consuming love? Neither principalities nor powers, my lord, nor all the puny11 prohibitions12 of guardians13 and parents. I love your son, Lord Mindermere, and nothing can keep us apart. Since time first began this love of ours was fated, and who are you to pit yourself against the decrees of Fate?"
"Humph!" he said.
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Before I had time to refresh my memory as to what Millicent's come-back had been to that remark, the door opened and old Bittlesham rolled in. All over me, as usual.
"My dear Mr. Wooster, this is an unexpected pleasure. Pray take a seat. What can I do for you?"
"Well, the fact is, I'm more or less in the capacity of a jolly old ambassador at the moment. Representing young Bingo, you know."
"The way I always look at it," I said, "is that it's dashed difficult for anything to prevail against what you might call a pure and all-consuming love. I mean, can it be done? I doubt it."
My eyes didn't exactly flash as I faced the stern old man, but I sort of waggled my eyebrows. He puffed18 a bit and looked doubtful.
"We discussed this matter at our last meeting, Mr. Wooster. And on that occasion...."
"Yes. But there have been developments, as it were, since then. The fact of the matter is," I said, coming to the point, "this morning young Bingo went and jumped off the dock."
"Good heavens!" He jerked himself to his feet with his mouth open. "Why? Where? Which dock?"
I saw that he wasn't quite on.
"I was speaking metaphorically," I explained, "if that's the word I want. I mean he got married."
"Married!"
"Absolutely hitched19 up. I hope you aren't ratty about it, what? Young blood, you know. Two loving hearts, and all that."
He panted in a rather overwrought way.
"I am greatly disturbed by your news. I—I[Pg 246] consider that I have been—er—defied. Yes, defied."
"But who are you to pit yourself against the decrees of Fate?" I said, taking a look at the prompt book out of the corner of my eye.
"Eh?"
"You see, this love of theirs was fated. Since time began, you know."
I'm bound to admit that if he'd said "Humph!" at this juncture20, he would have had me stymied21. Luckily it didn't occur to him. There was a silence, during which he appeared to brood a bit. Then his eye fell on the book and he gave a sort of start.
"Why, bless my soul, Mr. Wooster, you have been quoting!"
"More or less."
"I thought your words sounded familiar." His whole appearance changed and he gave a sort of gurgling chuckle22. "Dear me, dear me, you know my weak spot!" He picked up the book and buried himself in it for quite a while. I began to think he had forgotten I was there. After a bit, however, he put it down again, and wiped his eyes. "Ah, well!" he said.
"Ah, well," he said again. "I must not be like Lord Windermere, must I, Mr. Wooster? Tell me, did you draw that haughty24 old man from a living model?"
"Oh, no! Just thought of him and bunged him down, you know."
"Genius!" murmured old Bittlesham. "Genius! Well, Mr. Wooster, you have won me over. Who, as you say, am I to pit myself against the decrees of Fate? I will write to Richard to-night and inform him of my consent to his marriage."
[Pg 247]
"You can slip him the glad news in person," I said. "He's waiting downstairs, with wife complete. I'll pop down and send them up. Cheerio, and thanks very much. Bingo will be most awfully25 bucked26."
I shot out and went downstairs. Bingo and Mrs. were sitting on a couple of chairs like patients in a dentist's waiting-room.
"Well?" said Bingo eagerly.
"All over except the hand-clasping," I replied, slapping the old crumpet on the back. "Charge up and get matey. Toodle-oo, old things. You know where to find me, if wanted. A thousand congratulations, and all that sort of rot."
* * * * *
You never can tell in this world. If ever I felt that something attempted, something done had earned a night's repose28, it was when I got back to the flat and shoved my feet up on the mantelpiece and started to absorb the cup of tea which Jeeves had brought in. Used as I am to seeing Life's sitters blow up in the home stretch and finish nowhere, I couldn't see any cause for alarm in this affair of young Bingo's. All he had to do when I left him in Pounceby Gardens was to walk upstairs with the little missus and collect the blessing29. I was so convinced of this that when, about half an hour later, he came galloping30 into my sitting-room31, all I thought was that he wanted to thank me in broken accents and tell me what a good chap I had been. I merely beamed benevolently32 on the old creature as he entered, and was just going to offer him a cigarette when I observed that he seemed to have something on his mind. In fact, he looked as if something solid had hit him in the solar plexus.
[Pg 248]
"My dear old soul," I said, "what's up?"
"I will be calm!" he said, knocking over an occasional table. "Calm, dammit!" He upset a chair.
"Surely nothing has gone wrong?"
"Only every bally thing that could go wrong. What do you think happened after you left us? You know that beastly book you insisted on sending my uncle?"
It wasn't the way I should have put it myself, but I saw the poor old bean was upset for some reason or other, so I didn't correct him.
"'The Woman Who Braved All'?" I said. "It came in dashed useful. It was by quoting bits out of it that I managed to talk him round."
"Well, it didn't come in useful when we got into the room. It was lying on the table, and after we had started to chat a bit and everything was going along nicely the little woman spotted35 it. 'Oh, have you read this, Lord Bittlesham?' she said. 'Three times already,' said my uncle. 'I'm so glad,' said the little woman. 'Why, are you also an admirer of Rosie M. Banks?' asked the old boy, beaming. 'I am Rosie M. Banks!' said the little woman."
"Oh, my aunt! Not really?"
"Yes."
"But how could she be? I mean, dash it, she was slinging36 the foodstuffs37 at the Senior Liberal Club."
"She took the job to collect material for a book she's writing called 'Mervyn Keene, Clubman.'"
"She might have told you."
[Pg 249]
"It made such a hit with her when she found that I loved her for herself alone, despite her humble39 station, that she kept it under her hat. She meant to spring it on me later on, she said."
"Well, what happened then?"
"There was the dickens of a painful scene. The old boy nearly got apoplexy. Called her an impostor. They both started talking at once at the top of their voices, and the thing ended with the little woman buzzing off to her publishers to collect proofs as a preliminary to getting a written apology from the old boy. What's going to happen now, I don't know. Apart from the fact that my uncle will be as mad as a wet hen when he finds out that he has been fooled, there's going to be a lot of trouble when the little woman discovers that we worked the Rosie M. Banks wheeze40 with a view to trying to get me married to somebody else. You see, one of the things that first attracted her to me was the fact that I had never been in love before."
"Did you tell her that?"
"Yes."
"Great Scott!"
"Well, I hadn't been ... not really in love. There's all the difference in the world between.... Well, never mind that. What am I going to do? That's the point."
"I don't know."
"Thanks," said young Bingo. "That's a lot of help."
* * * * *
Next morning he rang me up on the phone just after I'd got the bacon and eggs into my system—the one moment of the day, in short, when a chappie wishes to muse41 on life absolutely undisturbed.
[Pg 250]
"Bertie!"
"Hallo?"
"Things are hotting up."
"What's happened now?"
"My uncle has given the little woman's proofs the once-over and admits her claim. I've just been having five snappy minutes with him on the telephone. He says that you and I made a fool of him, and he could hardly speak, he was so shirty. Still, he made it clear all right that my allowance has gone phut again."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't waste time being sorry for me," said young Bingo grimly. "He's coming to call on you to-day to demand a personal explanation."
"Great Scott!"
"And the little woman is coming to call on you to demand a personal explanation."
"Good Lord!"
"I shall watch your future career with some considerable interest," said young Bingo.
"Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"I'm in the soup."
"Indeed, sir?"
"What would you advise?"
"I think if I were you, sir, I would accept Mr. Pitt-Waley's invitation immediately. If you remember, sir, he invited you to shoot with him in Norfolk this week."
"So he did! By Jove, Jeeves, you're always right. Meet me at the station with my things the first train after lunch. I'll go and lie low at the club for the rest of the morning."
"Would you require my company on this visit, sir?"
[Pg 251]
"Do you want to come?"
"If I might suggest it, sir, I think it would be better if I remained here and kept in touch with Mr. Little. I might possibly hit upon some method of pacifying45 the various parties, sir."
* * * * *
I didn't enjoy myself much in Norfolk. It rained most of the time, and when it wasn't raining I was so dashed jumpy I couldn't hit a thing. By the end of the week I couldn't stand it any longer. Too bally absurd, I mean, being marooned47 miles away in the country just because young Bingo's uncle and wife wanted to have a few words with me. I made up my mind that I would pop back and do the strong, manly48 thing by lying low in my flat and telling Jeeves to inform everybody who called that I wasn't at home.
I sent Jeeves a telegram saying I was coming, and drove straight to Bingo's place when I reached town. I wanted to find out the general posish of affairs. But apparently49 the man was out. I rang a couple of times but nothing happened, and I was just going to leg it when I heard the sound of footsteps inside and the door opened. It wasn't one of the cheeriest moments of my career when I found myself peering into the globular face of Lord Bittlesham.
"Oh, er, hallo!" I said. And there was a bit of a pause.
I don't quite know what I had been expecting the old boy to do if, by bad luck, we should ever meet again, but I had a sort of general idea that he would turn fairly purple and start almost immediately to let me have it in the gizzard. It struck me as somewhat rummy, therefore, when he simply[Pg 252] smiled weakly. A sort of frozen smile it was. His eyes kind of bulged50 and he swallowed once or twice.
"Er...." he said.
I waited for him to continue, but apparently that was all there was.
"Bingo in?" I said, after a rather embarrassing pause.
He shook his head and smiled again. And then, suddenly, just as the flow of conversation had begun to slacken once more, I'm dashed if he didn't make a sort of lumbering51 leap back into the flat and bang the door.
I couldn't understand it. But, as it seemed that the interview, such as it was, was over, I thought I might as well be shifting. I had just started down the stairs when I met young Bingo, charging up three steps at a time.
"Hallo, Bertie!" he said. "Where did you spring from? I thought you were out of town."
"I've just got back. I looked in on you to see how the land lay."
"How do you mean?"
"Why, all that business, you know."
"Oh, that!" said young Bingo airily. "That was all settled days ago. The dove of peace is flapping its wings all over the place. Everything's as right as it can be. Jeeves fixed52 it all up. He's a marvel, that man, Bertie, I've always said so. Put the whole thing straight in half a minute with one of those brilliant ideas of his."
"This is topping!"
"I knew you'd be pleased."
"Congratulate you."
"Thanks."
"What did Jeeves do? I couldn't think of any solution of the bally thing myself."
"Oh, he took the matter in hand and smoothed[Pg 253] it all out in a second! My uncle and the little woman are tremendous pals53 now. They gas away by the hour together about literature and all that. He's always dropping in for a chat."
This reminded me.
"He's in there now," I said. "I say, Bingo, how is your uncle these days?"
"Much as usual. How do you mean?"
"I mean he hasn't been feeling the strain of things a bit, has he? He seemed rather strange in his manner just now."
"Why, have you met him?"
"He opened the door when I rang. And then, after he had stood goggling54 at me for a bit, he suddenly banged the door in my face. Puzzled me, you know. I mean, I could have understood it if he'd ticked me off and all that, but dash it, the man seemed absolutely scared."
Young Bingo laughed a care-free laugh.
"Oh, that's all right!" he said. "I forgot to tell you about that. Meant to write, but kept putting it off. He thinks you're a looney."
"He—what!"
"Yes. That was Jeeves's idea, you know. It's solved the whole problem splendidly. He suggested that I should tell my uncle that I had acted in perfectly55 good faith in introducing you to him as Rosie M. Banks; that I had repeatedly had it from your own lips that you were, and that I didn't see any reason why you shouldn't be. The idea being that you were subject to hallucinations and generally potty. And then we got hold of Sir Roderick Glossop—you remember, the old boy whose kid you pushed into the lake that day down at Ditteredge Hall—and he rallied round with his story of how he had come to lunch with you and found your bedroom full up with cats and fish, and[Pg 254] how you had pinched his hat while you were driving past his car in a taxi, and all that, you know. It just rounded the whole thing off nicely. I always say, and I always shall say, that you've only got to stand on Jeeves, and fate can't touch you."
I can stand a good deal, but there are limits.
"Well, of all the dashed bits of nerve I ever...."
Bingo looked at me astonished.
"You aren't annoyed?" he said.
"Annoyed! At having half London going about under the impression that I'm off my chump? Dash it all...."
"Bertie," said Bingo, "you amaze and wound me. If I had dreamed that you would object to doing a trifling56 good turn to a fellow who's been a pal of yours for fifteen years...."
"Yes, but, look here...."
"Have you forgotten," said young Bingo, "that we were at school together?"
* * * * *
I pushed on to the old flat, seething57 like the dickens. One thing I was jolly certain of, and that was that this was where Jeeves and I parted company. A topping valet, of course, none better in London, but I wasn't going to allow that to weaken me. I buzzed into the flat like an east wind ... and there was the box of cigarettes on the small table and the illustrated58 weekly papers on the big table and my slippers59 on the floor, and every dashed thing so bally right, if you know what I mean, that I started to calm down in the first two seconds. It was like one of those moments in a play where the chappie, about to steep himself in crime, suddenly hears the soft, appealing strains of the old melody he learned at his mother's knee.[Pg 255] Softened60, I mean to say. That's the word I want. I was softened.
And then through the doorway61 there shimmered62 good old Jeeves in the wake of a tray full of the necessary ingredients, and there was something about the mere14 look of the man....
However, I steeled the old heart and had a stab at it.
"I have just met Mr. Little, Jeeves," I said.
"Indeed, sir?"
"I did my best, sir. And I am happy to say that matters now appear to be proceeding64 smoothly65. Whisky, sir?"
"Thanks. Er—Jeeves."
"Sir?"
"Another time...."
"Sir?"
"Very good, sir."
He started to drift out.
"Oh, Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"I wish ... that is ... I think ... I mean.... Oh, nothing!"
"Very good, sir. The cigarettes are at your elbow, sir. Dinner will be ready at a quarter to eight precisely67, unless you desire to dine out?"
"No. I'll dine in."
"Yes, sir."
"Jeeves!"
"Sir?"
"Oh, nothing!" I said.
"Very good, sir," said Jeeves.
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