Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window."
"Whose window? Brookfield's?"
"Yes, sir. Presumably under the impression that it was the young lady's."
"But what the deuce is he doing at Twing at all?"
"Mr Little was compelled to resume his old position as tutor to Lord Wickhammersley's son at Twing Hall, sir. Owing to having been unsuccessful in some speculations at Hurst Park at the end of October."
"Good Lord, Jeeves! Is there anything you don't know?"
"I couldn't say, sir.

Author: P.G. Wodehouse

Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window."<br />"Whose window? Brookfield's?"<br />"Yes, sir. Presumably under the impression that it was the young lady's."<br />"But what the deuce is he doing at Twing at all?"<br />"Mr Little was compelled to resume his old position as tutor to Lord Wickhammersley's son at Twing Hall, sir. Owing to having been unsuccessful in some speculations at Hurst Park at the end of October."<br />"Good Lord, Jeeves! Is there anything you don't know?"<br />"I couldn't say, sir. - P.G. Wodehouse

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