It was a pleasure to hear the way he said it. Docile the man was becoming, absolutely docile. It just showed that I had been right in putting my foot down about those shirts.
When Bingo showed up next morning I had had breakfast and was all ready for him. Jeeves shot him into the presence, and he sat down on the bed.
'Good morning, Bertie,' said young Bingo.
'Good morning, old thing,' I replied courteously.
'Don't go, Jeeves,' said young Bingo hollowly. 'Wait.'
'Sir?'
'Remain. Stay. Cluster round. I shall need you.'
'Very good, sir.'