#bertie reading jeeves's microexpressions and giving him books

[huanglaoshu]

I saw her off and returned to where Jeeves kept his vigil in the car, all smiles. I was all smiles, I mean, not Jeeves. The best he ever does is to let his mouth twitch slightly on one side, generally the left. I was in rare fettle, and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Jeeves," I said. "Hope you weren't bored?" "Oh no, sir, thank you. I was quite happy with my Spinoza." "Eh?" "The copy of Spinoza's Ethics which you kindly gave me some time ago." "Oh, ah, yes, I remember. Good stuff?" "Extremely, sir." "I suppose it turns out in the end that the butler did it. Well, Jeeves, you'll be glad to hear that everything's under control."

--Jeeves in the Offing, chapter 11

"In the meantime, pigeonholing that for the moment, did Miss Cook and Mr. Porter have their conference all right?" "Yes, sir, they conversed for some time." "In low, throbbing voices?" "No, sir, the voices of both lady and gentleman became noticeably raised." "Odd. I thought lovers generally whispered." "Not when an argument is in progress, sir." "Good Lord. Did they haven an argument?" "A somewhat acrimonious one, sir, plainly audible in the kitchen, where I was reading the volume of Spinoza which you so kindly gave me for Christmas. The door happened to be ajar." "So you were an ear-witness?" "Throughout, sir." "Tell me all, Jeeves."

--Aunts Aren't Gentlemen, chapter 9

I would gladly have continued our conversation, but I knew he must be wanting to get back to his Spinoza. No doubt I had interrupted him just as Spinoza was on the point of solving the mystery of the headless body on the library floor.

--Aunts Aren't Gentlemen, chapter 9