Much Obliged, Jeeves

you-‘
    ‘Not at all, sir.’
    ‘Yes, you and you only saved me from appearing in tomorrow’s obituary column.’
    ‘A pleasure, sir.’
    ‘It’s amazing how you always turn up at the crucial moment, like the United States Marines. I remember how you did when A. B. Filmer and I were having our altercation with that swan, and there were other occasions too numerous to mention. Well, you will certainly get a rave notice in my prayers next time I make them. But how do you happen to be in these parts? Where are we, by the way?’
    ‘This is Curzon Street, sir.’
    ‘Of course. I’d have known that if I hadn’t been musing.’
    ‘You were musing, sir?’
    ‘Deeply. I’ll tell you about it later. This is where your club is, isn’t it?
    ‘ ‘Yes, sir, just round the corner. In your absence and having completed the packing, I decided to lunch there.’
    ‘Thank heaven you did. If you hadn’t, I’d have been -what’s that gag of yours? Something about wheels.’
    ‘Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheels, sir.’
    ‘Or, rather, the cabby’s chariot wheels. Why are you looking at me with such a searching eye, Jeeves?’
    ‘I was thinking that your misadventure had left you somewhat dishevelled, sir. If I might suggest it, I think we should repair to the Junior Ganymede now.’
    ‘I see what you mean. You would give me a wash and brush-up?’
    ‘Just so, sir.
    ‘ ‘And perhaps a whisky and soda?’
    ‘Certainly sir.’
    ‘I need one sorely. Ginger’s practically on the wagon, so there were no cocktails before lunch. And do you know why he’s practically on the wagon? Because the girl he’s engaged to has made him take that foolish step. And do you know who the girl he’s engaged to is? My cousin Florence Craye.’
    ‘Indeed, sir?’ Well, I hadn’t expected him to roll his eyes and leap about, because he never does no matter how sensational the news item, but I could see by the way one of his eyebrows twitched and rose perhaps an eighth of an inch that I had interested him. And there was what is called a wealth of meaning in that ‘Indeed, sir?’. He was conveying his opinion that this was a bit of luck for Bertram, because a girl you have once been engaged to is always a lurking menace till she gets engaged. to someone else and so cannot decide at any moment to play a return date. I got the message and thoroughly agreed with him, though naturally I didn’t say so.
    Jeeves, you see, is always getting me out of entanglements with the opposite sex, and he knows all about the various females who from time to time have come within an ace of hauling me to the altar rails, but of course we don’t discuss them. To do so, we feel, would come under the head of bandying a woman’s name, and the Woosters do not bandy women’s names. Nor do the Jeeveses. I can’t speak for his Uncle Charlie Silversmith, but I should imagine that he, too, has his code of ethics in this respect. These things generally run in families.
    So I merely filled him in about her making Ginger stand for Parliament and the canvassing we were going to undertake, urging him to do his utmost to make the electors think along the right lines, and he said ‘Yes, sir’ and ‘Very good, sir’ and ‘I quite understand, sir’, and we proceeded to the Junior Ganymede.
    An extremely cosy club it proved to be. I didn’t wonder that he liked to spend so much of his leisure there. It lacked the sprightliness of the Drones. I shouldn’t think there was much bread and sugar thrown about at lunch time, and you would hardly expect that there would be when you reflected that the membership consisted of elderly butlers and gentlemen’s gentlemen of fairly ripe years, but as regards comfort it couldn’t be faulted. The purler I had taken had left me rather tender in the fleshy parts, and it was a relief after I had been washed and brushed up and was on the spruce side, once more to sink into a well-stuffed chair in the smoking-room.
    Sipping my whisky and s, I brought the conversation round again to Ginger and his election, which was naturally the front page stuff of the day.
    ‘Do you think he has a chance, Jeeves? ‘
    He weighed the question for a moment, as if dubious as to where he would place his money.
    ‘It is difficult to say, sir. Market Snodsbury, like so many English country towns, might be described as strait-laced. It sets a high value on respectability.
    ‘Well, Ginger’s respectable enough.’
    ‘True, sir,