Excerpt: ... fifty-seven cables from home telling me on no account to let him go on the stage." "Im sorry. But Cyril is just the type I need for that part. Hes simply got to be himself." "Its pretty tough on me, George, old man. My Aunt Agatha sent this blighter over with a letter of introduction to me, and she will hold me responsible." "Shell cut you out of her will?" "It isnt a question of money. But-of course, youve never met my Aunt Agatha, so its rather hard to explain. But shes a sort of human vampire-bat, and shell make things most fearfully unpleasant for me when I go back to England. Shes the kind of woman who comes and rags you before breakfast, dont you know." "Well, dont go back to England, then. Stick here and become President." "But, George, old top-- " "Good night " "But, I say, George, old man " "You didnt get my last remark. It was Good night You Idle Rich may not need any sleep, but Ive got to be bright and fresh in the morning. God bless you " I felt as if I hadnt a friend in the world. I was so jolly well worked up that I went and banged on Jeevess door. It wasnt a thing Id have cared to do as a rule, but it seemed to me that now was the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party, so to speak, and that it was up to Jeeves to rally round the young master, even if it broke up his beauty-sleep. Jeeves emerged in a brown dressing-gown. "Sir?" "Deuced sorry to wake you up, Jeeves, and what not, but all sorts of dashed disturbing things have been happening." "I was not asleep. It is my practice, on retiring, to read a few pages of some instructive book." "Thats good What I mean to say is, if youve just finished exercising the old bean, its probably in mid-season form for tackling problems. Jeeves, Mr. Bassington-Bassington is going on the stage " "Indeed, sir?" "Ah The thing doesnt hit you You dont get it properly Heres the point. All his family are most fearfully dead against his going on the stage....