Jeeves & Wooster Single-Sentence Challenge - Part 2!
# 44 - Near
When I came down with a vicious cold after an unplanned dip in a duck pond, Jeeves sportingly offered to read me a bit of a mystery novel to cheer me up, and though the words started to run together after a bit what with the pounding in the onion, his reassuring presence at my bedside went quite a ways towards easing my general misery.
# 48 - Virtuous
“Oh Bertie, I’m just not sure what my father would do to you if he thought you were trying to take advantage of a sweet, virtuous girl like me,” the girl said contemplatively, baring her teeth and effectively backing me into a corner.
# 09 - War
“Sir, we really must leave now; London is no longer safe,” I insisted, and it pained me more than I can express to see Mr. Wooster cast one last anguished look around the flat that had been our home for so many long years.
# 27 - Jester
The Drones Club burst into uproarious laughter, and I picked myself up off the carpet, wondering idly why events always seemed to take this sort of turn.
# 21 - Quiet
The flat was quiet on the evenings that Mr. Wooster chose to dine out - perhaps too much so, I felt as I carefully dusted the piano.
# 30 - Just
Perhaps it is not my place to say so, but my employer often puts up with far too much trouble from his acquaintances, and while I do not think that it is in his nature to seek retribution through his actions, I can’t help but feel that there is a certain justice in his laying their follies and foibles before the public in his memoirs.
# 49 - Victory
I walked out of the dining room with my head held high, the pride of the Woosters thrumming through my veins, and a roomful of ex-future-in-laws gaping like beached salmon at my back.
# 20 - Bane
While my nephew’s latest, and possibly last, prospect for respectability ran from the room in tears, I caught sight of that thrice-cursed Jeeves looking inordinately pleased with himself and wished for the hundredth time that Bertram would find himself a less meddlesome valet.
# 40 - Solitary
Mr. Wooster is by habit a late sleeper, and in those quiet, golden hours before the telegrams and customary catastrophes, I indulge myself in the simple pleasures of a cup of tea and stimulating novel, and for a short time set aside my daily mask.
# 03 - Wishes
Gussie almost instantly wished he hadn’t told Madeline that she would make a rather fetching newt.
# 16 - Breaking
“To think of all the problems that could be solved - disease, hunger, Sir Roderick Glossop - if you were to set your rather considerable mind to them, yet here you are ironing my trousers… well Jeeves, it very nearly breaks my heart, but I don’t suppose it can be helped.”
#33 - Stupidity
I’ve never agreed with Mrs. Gregson’s assessment that my employer is truly unintelligent, but since meeting Mr. Wooster I have also begun to speculate that perhaps intelligence isn’t the only quality worthy of admiration.
# 15 - Breathing
The first time I tossed back one of Jeeves’ patented pick-me-ups, my eyes literally rolled back into my skull and I had to remind myself to breathe.
# 19 - Balcony
I shouted a cheery “What ho, Jeeves,” and waved my bottle at him, and although I was too far under the influence of Dionysus at the time to be sure, I got the impression that the man’s eyes widened in something not unlike alarm as I toppled over the railing.
# 24 - Quarrel
The time I brought home an emerald green coat with canary yellow lining and trim, Jeeves refused to so much as look at me for three days.
# 17 - Belief
“It is a common belief among those of us who know him well that Bertie Wooster couldn’t tie his shoes without that blasted Jeeves of his,” Stiffy angrily committed to her diary.
# 05 - Worry
As I straightened Mr. Wooster’s tie (he had finally allowed me to select one in a subtle robin’s egg blue), I observed lines on his brow that had not been there before, and decided that some small interference on my part to bring this latest engagement to a hasty conclusion would be in his best interest.
#37 - Soliloquy
I must admit to a certain amount of surprise at the discovery of Mr. Wooster reciting Hamlet, if slightly mangled, to his rubber duck in the bath one evening.
# 38 - Sojourn
“Say Jeeves, how do you feel about taking a little trip to France?” Mr. Wooster inquired weakly, looking up from his morning correspondence.
# 41 - Nowhere
“Tell her I’m not here, Jeeves,” I ordered when my Aunt Agatha called, howling for blood, “tell her I’ve gone to Brinkley Court, Zimbabwe, anywhere, nowhere, but I’m not here!”
# 32- Sorrow
I wept to think of what Jeeves would do when he realized that, four bottles into the evening, he had been singing show tunes with a surprising lack of ability and his collar undone while I pounded on the piano and our downstairs neighbor kept tempo by pounding on the ceiling with a broom.
# 46 - Horizon
We put Totleigh Towers to our backs, along with all of cow-creamers, beazels, and angry would-be dictators that went with it, and granted that a even a brainy cove like Jeeves can’t tell what the horizon held in store for us, I would have still wagered that it would be a dashed sight better.
#04 - Wonder
Dahlia Travers sometimes wondered how her sister could be so blind to the truth - the English countryside had been exhausted of its supply of eligible young ladies, and their young blot of a nephew was still no closer to matrimony - and she was beginning to suspect that the kindest thing to do would be to simply leave him in Jeeves’ capable hands … that or shove him over a cliff.
#12 - Nuances
When I first discovered that my employer had written a somewhat fictionalized account of our misadventures, I was expecting something highly farcical, and while the work was humorous, his portrayal of me was uncanny and our interactions so nuanced that I was left stunned and oddly touched.
#12 - Blessing
Sometimes when I’ve gotten outside a drink or two, when things are quiet and my person isn’t in any immediate peril, I think about what life would be like if I didn’t have Jeeves around… but I usually stop that line of thought before I can give myself nightmares and simply count myself as dashed lucky.