A Damsel in Distress by P. G. Wodehouse (pocket ebook reader txt) ๐
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An American composer, George Bevan, falls in love with a mysterious young lady who takes refuge in his taxicab one day. He tracks her down to an English country manor, where a case of mistaken identity leads to all manner of comedy and excitement.
The novel was first serialized in The Saturday Evening Post in 1919. It was later adapted into a silent film, a stage play, and a musical starring Fred Astaire.
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Taking his morning prowl along the lanes, he was rewarded by the sight of a grey racing-car at the side of the road. It was empty, but from underneath it protruded a pair of long legs, while beside it stood a girl, at the sight of whom Georgeโs heart began to thump so violently that the long-legged one might have been pardoned had he supposed that his engine had started again of its own volition.
Until he spoke the soft grass had kept her from hearing his approach. He stopped close behind her, and cleared his throat. She started and turned, and their eyes met.
For a moment hers were empty of any recognition. Then they lit up. She caught her breath quickly, and a faint flush came into her face.
โCan I help you?โ asked George.
The long legs wriggled out into the road followed by a long body. The young man under the car sat up, turning a grease-streaked and pleasant face to George.
โEh, what?โ
โCan I help you? I know how to fix a car.โ
The young man beamed in friendly fashion.
โItโs awfully good of you, old chap, but so do I. Itโs the only thing I can do well. Thanks very much and so forth all the same.โ
George fastened his eyes on the girlโs. She had not spoken.
โIf there is anything in the world I can possibly do for you,โ he said slowly, โI hope you will let me know. I should like above all things to help you.โ
The girl spoke.
โThank you,โ she said in a low voice almost inaudible.
George walked away. The grease-streaked young man followed him with his gaze.
โCivil cove, that,โ he said. โRather gushing though, what? American, wasnโt he?โ
โYes. I think he was.โ
โAmericans are the civillest coves I ever struck. I remember asking the way of a chappie at Baltimore a couple of years ago when I was there in my yacht, and he followed me for miles, shrieking advice and encouragement. I thought it deuced civil of him.โ
โI wish you would hurry up and get the car right, Reggie. We shall be awfully late for lunch.โ
Reggie Byng began to slide backwards under the car.
โAll right, dear heart. Rely on me. Itโs something quite simple.โ
โWell, do be quick.โ
โImitation of greased lightningโ โvery difficult,โ said Reggie encouragingly. โBe patient. Try and amuse yourself somehow. Ask yourself a riddle. Tell yourself a few anecdotes. Iโll be with you in a moment. I say, I wonder what the cove is doing at Belpher? Deuced civil cove,โ said Reggie approvingly. โI liked him. And now, business of repairing breakdown.โ
His smiling face vanished under the car like the Cheshire cat. Maud stood looking thoughtfully down the road in the direction in which George had disappeared.
VIIIThe following day was a Thursday and on Thursdays, as has been stated, Belpher Castle was thrown open to the general public between the hours of two and four. It was a tradition of long standing, this periodical lowering of the barriers, and had always been faithfully observed by Lord Marshmoreton ever since his accession to the title. By the permanent occupants of the castle the day was regarded with mixed feelings. Lord Belpher, while approving of it in theory, as he did of all the family traditionsโ โfor he was a great supporter of all things feudal, and took his position as one of the hereditary aristocracy of Great Britain extremely seriouslyโ โheartily disliked it in practice. More than once he had been obliged to exit hastily by a further door in order to keep from being discovered by a drove of tourists intent on inspecting the library or the great drawing-room; and now it was his custom to retire to his bedroom immediately after lunch and not to emerge until the tide of invasion had ebbed away.
Keggs, the butler, always looked forward to Thursdays with pleasurable anticipation. He enjoyed the sense of authority which it gave him to herd these poor outcasts to and fro among the surroundings which were an everyday commonplace to himself. Also he liked hearing the sound of his own voice as it lectured in rolling periods on the objects of interest by the wayside. But even to Keggs there was a bitter mixed with the sweet. No one was better aware than himself that the nobility of his manner, excellent as a means of impressing the mob, worked against him when it came to a question of tips. Again and again had he been harrowed by the spectacle of tourists, huddled together like sheep, debating among themselves in nervous whispers as to whether they could offer this personage anything so contemptible as half a crown for himself and deciding that such an insult was out of the question. It was his endeavour, especially towards the end of the proceedings, to cultivate a manner blending a dignity fitting his position with a sunny geniality which would allay the timid doubts of the tourist and indicate to him that, bizarre as the idea might seem, there was nothing to prevent him placing his poor silver in more worthy hands.
Possibly the only member of the castle community who was absolutely indifferent to these public visits was Lord Marshmoreton. He made no difference between Thursday and any other day. Precisely as usual he donned his stained corduroys and pottered about his beloved garden; and when, as happened on an average once a quarter, some visitor, strayed from the main herd, came upon him as he worked and mistook him for one of the gardeners, he accepted the error without any attempt at explanation, sometimes going so far as to encourage it by adopting a rustic accent in keeping with his appearance. This sort of thing tickled the simple-minded peer.
George joined the procession punctually at two oโclock, just as Keggs was clearing his throat preparatory to saying, โWe are now in the main โall, and before going
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