Bertie: No, I'm not myself. Madeline Bassett's been preying on my mind. The prospect of being linked for life to a girl who would come down to breakfast, put her hand over my eyes and say 'Guess who?' has given my morale a wallop.

Jeeves: I can understand, Sir... very unpleasant.

Bertie: And what Lady Florence might do at breakfast is beyond imagining!