I reached out a hand from under the blankets, and rang the bell for Jeeves.
“Good evening, Jeeves.”
“Good morning, sir.”
This surprised me.
“Is it morning?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you sure? It seems very dark outside.”
“There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Season of what?”
“Mists, sir, and mellow fruitfulness.”
“Oh? Yes. Yes, I see. Well, be that as it may, get me one of those bracers of yours, will you?”
“I have one in readiness, sir, in the ice-box.”

The Code of the Woosters - P.G.W.

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