'Yes, sir? Pardon me, sir, but not that tie.'
'Eh?'
'Not that tie with the heather-mixture lounge, sir.'
It was a shock to me. I thought I had quelled the fellow. It was rather a solemn moment. What I mean is, if I weakened now, all my good work the night before would be thrown away. I braced myself.
'What's wrong with this tie? I've seen you give it a nasty look before. Speak out like a man! What's the matter with it?'
'Too ornate, sir.'
'Nonsense! A cheerful pink. Nothing more.'
'Unsuitable, sir.'
'Jeeves, this is the tie I wear!'
'Very good, sir.'