The kids drooled on in the usual manner, the booming voice of Bingo ringing out from time to time behind the scenes when the fatheads forgot their lines; and the audience was settling down into the sort of torpor usual on these occasions, when the first of Bingo's interpolated bits occurred.
The kids drooled on in the usual manner, the booming voice of Bingo ringing out from time to time behind the scenes when the fatheads forgot their lines; and the audience was settling down into the sort of torpor usual on these occasions, when the first of Bingo's interpolated bits occurred.
muse on life absolutely undisturbed.
his morning young Bingo went and jumped off the dock.'
Wooster,' he said, swallowing a chunk of trout, 'I wish to congratulate you. I wish to thank you. You go from strength to strength. I have read All for Love; and I have read Only a Factory Girl; I know Madcap Myrtle by heart. But this - this is your bravest and best. It tears the heartstrings.'
'Yes?'
'Indeed yes! I have read it three times since you most kindly sent me the volume - I wish to thank you once more for the charming inscription - and I think I may say that I am a better, sweeter, deeper man. I am full of human charity and kindliness towards my species.'
'No, really?'
'Indeed, indeed I am.'
'Towards the whole species?'
'Towards the whole species.'
was gazing at the waitress with the look of a dog that's just remembered where its bone was buried.
Not for me?'
'Not for a dozen more like you.'
'I never thought,' said Bingo sorrowfully, 'to hear those words from Bertie Wooster!'
'Well, you've heard them now,' I said. 'Paste them in your hat.'
'Bertie, we were at school together.'
'It wasn't my fault.'
'We've been pals for fifteen years.'
'I know. It's going to take me the rest of my life to live it down.'
you want to attract a chappie's attention, you heave a piece of bread at him, it kind of damps you to come to a place where the youngest member is about eighty-seven and it isn't considered good form to talk to anyone unless you and he were through the Peninsular War together.
Aunt Agatha always makes me feel as if I had gelatine where my spine ought to be.
But, by gosh, if I was a sick man I'd hate to have a loony like young Bingo coming and gibbering at my bedside.'
