THE INIMITABLE JEEVES THEINIMITABLEJEEVES BYP. G. WODEHOUSE HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED3 YORK STREET · ST. JAMES’SLONDON S.W.1 MCMXXIII Printed in Great Britain by Wyman & Sons Ltd., London, Reading and Fakenham CONTENTS CHAPTER THEINIMITABLE JEEVES CHAPTER I JEEVES EXERTS THE OLD CEREBELLUM JEEVES EXERTS THE OLD CEREBELLUM “’Morning, Jeeves,” I said. “Good morning, sir,” said Jeeves. He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Jeeves. So dashed competent in every respect. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I mean to say, take just one small instance. Every other valet I’ve ever had used to barge into my room in the morning while I was still asleep, causing much misery: but Jeeves seems to know when I’m awake by a sort of telepathy. He always floats in with the cup exactly two minutes after I come to life. Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow’s day. “How’s the weather, Jeeves?” “Exceptionally clement, sir.” “Anything in the papers?” “Some slight friction threatening in the Balkans, sir. Otherwise, nothing.”
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