I stared at the man, astounded. I was deeply moved. Well, I mean, wouldn’t any chap who had been going about thinking that the old feudal spirit was dead and then suddenly found it wasn’t have been deeply moved?
“Jeeves,” I said, “I am touched.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Touched and gratified.”
“Thank you very much, sir.”
“But what caused this change of heart?”
“I chanced to encounter Mr. Fink-Nottle in the garden, sir, while you were still in bed, and we had a brief conversation.”
“And you came away feeling that he needed a bracer?”
“Very much so, sir. His attitude struck me as defeatist.”
I nodded.