Mike by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"My mind at the moment," said Clowes, "was tensely occupied with the
problem of brothers at school. Have you got any brothers, Trevor?" "One. Couple of years younger than me. I say, we shall want some more jam to-morrow. Better order it to-day." "See it done, Tigellinus, as our old pal Nero used to remark. Where is he? Your brother, I mean." "Marlborough." "That shows your sense. I have always had a high opinion of your sense, Trevor. If you'd been a silly ass, you'd have let your people send him here." "Why not? Shouldn't have minded." "I withdraw what I said about your sense. Consider it unsaid. I have a brother myself. Aged fifteen. Not a bad chap in his way. Like the heroes of the school stories. 'Big blue eyes literally bubbling over with fun.' At least, I suppose it's fun to him. Cheek's what I call it. My people wanted to send him here. I lodged a protest. I said, 'One Clowes is ample for any public school.'" "You were right there," said Trevor. "I said, 'One Clowes is luxury, two excess.' I pointed out that I was just on the verge of becoming rather a blood at Wrykyn, and that I didn't want the work of years spoiled by a brother who would think it a rag to tell fellows who respected and admired me----" |
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