'He is well stricken in years, yes, sir, but nevertheless -'
'There's life in the old dog yet?'
'Precisely, sir.'
My heart melted. I ceased to think of self. It had just occurred to me that in the circumstances I would be unable to conclude my visit by tipping Butterfield. The hat would fill that gap.
'All right, Jeeves, give him the lid, and heaven speed his wooing. You might tell him that from me.'
'I will make a point of doing so. Thank you very much, sir.'
'Not at all, Jeeves.'