Thank You, Jeeves

Bertie Wooster was indignant - and with reason. The neighbors had dared to make a fuss about the assiduous practicing of his beloved banjolele. But a further blow was to come. “If,” said Jeeves, “it is really your intention to continue playing that instrument, I have no option but to leave.” Haughtily rejecting this ultimatum, Bertie sought refuge in a cottage owned by his buddy, Lord Chuffington. But the peace and quiet were rudely shattered by the arrival of Pauline Stoker - to whom he was once unnervingly engaged - and her formidable father, who saw in Bertie a pestilential suitor barmy to the core.