“Yes, sir.”
“And some jam, ham, cake, scrambled eggs, and five or six wagonloads of sardines.”
“Sardines, sir?” said Jeeves, with a shudder.
“Sardines.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Don’t blame me, Jeeves,” I said. “It isn’t my fault.”
“No, sir.”
“Well, that’s that.”
“Yes, sir.”
I could see the man was brooding tensely.