[
greeting the Glossops before trying to prove his sanity]
Bertie:
What ho, what ho, what ho?
Bertie:
Yes! And, of course the old devil himself. Yes, he really put one up on the uncle didn't he? Thanks to Jeeves's masterpiece. What a wheeze!
Muriel:
Darling, this is a friend of mine, Mr. Wooster. Mr. Wooster I'd like you to meet my husband, Mr. Worple.
Bertie:
Husband? Huh! What rot!
Bertie:
And if *that* doesn't leave me without a stain on my conscience, then I don't know *what* it doesn't leave me without a stain on.
Jeeves:
Am I to infer sir that you might be offering yourself for election?
Bertie:
Your inference is as always slap on the button and leading by a length in the final furlong, Jeeves.
Jeeves:
Travel is highly educational, Sir.
Bertie:
I cannot do with any more education, Jeeves. I was full up years ago!
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