.014--Farewell

[what_ho_jeeves]

What ho. [His typical greeting is a little less exuberant than usual.]

I'm sad to say that that I've come to the realization that this Wooster isn't really cut out for this job. It's a dashed tricky thing, wardening, a more convoluted process than making tea even. So the time has come for me to throw in the towel, make a strategic retreat, biff off back to London. You're all the best of fellows and you're all welcome to drop in on my flat if you're ever in the metrop. [Yes, he's including the inmates in this invitation. He's probably never quite caught on that many of them are Bad Peoples.]

Una, you're jolly well the best beazel I've ever been engaged to.

Ana, you're a marvellously clever girl, almost as clever as Jeeves, I'd reckon. I'm sorry I wasn't able to see you graduated. But you're a good egg at heart and I'm sure you'll do it in no time.

Georgie, I've got some things to give you before I go. And I'll try to look you up the next time I'm on the other side of the Atlantic.

Doctor Caesares, I've got something for you, too. You're a well-dressed gentleman, so I think you'll appreciate it.

Toodle-pip.

Comments

[hourglass-twin.livejournal.com]

...did you just call making tea a convoluted process?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'm terribly sorry to see you go, Bertie. I had thought you were doing a fine job.

[iam-aghost.livejournal.com]

You do, Mr Wooster? It's most certainly appreciated, but not necessary.

I shall come to see you shortly, if you so wish.

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

Really, Bertie? Really?

[una_persson]

Oh, Bertie. I am sorry to see you go.