Jeeves Cuts a Gordian Knot by Countess Lydia (PGish)

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Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Author on LJ: weaselwoman13
Author Website: check lj for updates
Why this must be read:

Simply fabulous. From the purchase of 'a nice bright pink tie with a cheerful sort of reddish herringbone pattern'; to Bertie voluntarily attending an avant-garde concert by a composer boasting the name of Janöszhegzcy; where he meets Florence Craye, and comes within range of her almost-superhuman ability to get engaged to Bertie without being asked... Even Jeeves is practically baffled. Will Bertie HAVE to settle down into married bliss this time?



'There is a particular concert I wish to hear, sir. It takes place on the Wednesday following my birthday.'

'Aha, say no more, Jeeves. Your ticket for this performance is compliments of Bertram.'

'Thank you, sir.'

'I say, Jeeves -- you couldn't order a couple of tickets, could you? I mean to say, is it all right if I tag along?'

'You are certainly welcome, sir,' he said, 'although I have my doubts regarding the entertainment value this particular performance would hold for a gentleman of your tastes.'

'Nonsense, Jeeves; I like a nice tune as much as the next bloke. Anyway, I've nothing to do Wednesday evenings and it would be dreadfully boring to sit around the flat alone.'

'Very good, sir. I am delighted to see you take an interest in cultural entertainments.'

So that was that. Wednesday evening eventually rolled around, as Wednesday evenings do, and we were off into the heart of the metrop for this music.

Well, I say 'the heart of the metrop,' but I probably ought to say 'just round the back of its kidneys,' because the venue for this thing was pretty far out of the way. It was held inside a tiny little theater which you would have walked straight by without even noticing it, had you been there on any other mission. We entered the building, which had a musty-smelling brick interior, and clambered into hard, slightly moth-gnawed chairs which were pushed so closely together you were practically sitting in the lap of the person next to you. Which would have been dandy if Jeeves was sitting on either side of me, but such was not the case, seeing as how there's only one of him.

'Tight squeeze, eh, Jeeves?'

'Indeed, sir.' I felt especially sorry for him, as he's not a shrimpy fellow, Jeeves. He looked a bit like a caribou sitting astride a toadstool.


Jeeves Cuts a Gordian Knot