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  2title: An Angry Post
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  4    Temper. Temper. Temper.
  5created: !!timestamp '2011-01-01 10:00:00'
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 11To complete the character-study of Mr. Worple, he was a man of extremely
 12uncertain temper, and his general tendency was to think that Corky was a poor
 13chump and that whatever step he took in any direction on his own account, was
 14just another proof of his innate idiocy. I should imagine Jeeves feels very
 15much the same about me.
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 19So when Corky trickled into my apartment one afternoon, shooing a girl in
 20front of him, and said, "Bertie, I want you to meet my fiancĂŠe, Miss Singer,"
 21the aspect of the matter which hit me first was precisely the one which he had
 22come to consult me about. The very first words I spoke were, "Corky, how about
 23your uncle?"
 25The poor chap gave one of those mirthless laughs. He was looking anxious and
 26worried, like a man who has done the murder all right but can't think what the
 27deuce to do with the body.
 29"We're so scared, Mr. Wooster," said the girl. "We were hoping that you might
 30suggest a way of breaking it to him."
 32Muriel Singer was one of those very quiet, appealing girls who have a way of
 33looking at you with their big eyes as if they thought you were the greatest
 34thing on earth and wondered that you hadn't got on to it yet yourself. She sat
 35there in a sort of shrinking way, looking at me as if she were saying to
 36herself, "Oh, I do hope this great strong man isn't going to hurt me." She
 37gave a fellow a protective kind of feeling, made him want to stroke her hand
 38and say, "There, there, little one!" or words to that effect. She made me feel
 39that there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. She was rather like one of those
 40innocent-tasting American drinks which creep imperceptibly into your system so
 41that, before you know what you're doing, you're starting out to reform the
 42world by force if necessary and pausing on your way to tell the large man in
 43the corner that, if he looks at you like that, you will knock his head off.
 44What I mean is, she made me feel alert and dashing, like a jolly old
 45knight-errant or something of that kind. I felt that I was with her in this
 46thing to the limit.
 48"I don't see why your uncle shouldn't be most awfully bucked," I said to
 49Corky. "He will think Miss Singer the ideal wife for you."
 51Corky declined to cheer up.
 53"You don't know him. Even if he did like Muriel he wouldn't admit it. That's
 54the sort of pig-headed guy he is. It would be a matter of principle with him
 55to kick. All he would consider would be that I had gone and taken an important
 56step without asking his advice, and he would raise Cain automatically. He's
 57always done it."
 59I strained the old bean to meet this emergency.
 61"You want to work it so that he makes Miss Singer's acquaintance without
 62knowing that you know her. Then you come along"
 64"But how can I work it that way?"
 66I saw his point. That was the catch.
 68"There's only one thing to do," I said.
 70"What's that?"
 72"Leave it to Jeeves."
 74And I rang the bell.
 76"Sir?" said Jeeves, kind of manifesting himself. One of the rummy things about
 77Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come
 78into a room. He's like one of those weird chappies in India who dissolve
 79themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way
 80and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin
 81who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the
 82thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed
 83in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.
 85The moment I saw the man standing there, registering respectful attention, a
 86weight seemed to roll off my mind. I felt like a lost child who spots his
 87father in the offing. There was something about him that gave me confidence.
 89Jeeves is a tallish man, with one of those dark, shrewd faces. His eye gleams
 90with the light of pure intelligence.
 92"Jeeves, we want your advice."
 94"Very good, sir."
 96I boiled down Corky's painful case into a few well-chosen words.
 98"So you see what it amount to, Jeeves. We want you to suggest some way by
 99which Mr. Worple can make Miss Singer's acquaintance without getting on to the
100fact that Mr. Corcoran already knows her. Understand?"
102"Perfectly, sir."
104"Well, try to think of something."
106"I have thought of something already, sir."
108"You have!"
110"The scheme I would suggest cannot fail of success, but it has what may seem
111to you a drawback, sir, in that it requires a certain financial outlay."
113"He means," I translated to Corky, "that he has got a pippin of an idea, but
114it's going to cost a bit."
116Naturally the poor chap's face dropped, for this seemed to dish the whole
117thing. But I was still under the influence of the girl's melting gaze, and I
118saw that this was where I started in as a knight-errant.
120"You can count on me for all that sort of thing, Corky," I said. "Only too
121glad. Carry on, Jeeves."
123"I would suggest, sir, that Mr. Corcoran take advantage of Mr. Worple's
124attachment to ornithology."
126"How on earth did you know that he was fond of birds?"
129[My Man Jeeves by PG Wodehouse][MMJ]