Bingo hesitated for a moment.
‘Well, I told you I’d got an idea. This is it. I want you to spring the news on him. I haven’t the nerve myself.’
‘What! I’m hanged if I do!’
‘And you call yourself a pal of mine!’
‘Yes, I know; but there are limits.’
‘Bertie,’ said Bingo reproachfully, ‘I saved your life once.’
‘When?’
‘Didn’t I? It must have been some other fellow, then. Well, anyway, we were boys together and all that. You can’t let me down.’
‘Oh, all right,’ I said. ‘But, when you say you haven’t nerve enough for any dashed thing in the world, you misjudge yourself. A fellow who-’
‘Cheerio!’ said young Bingo. ‘One-thirty tomorrow. Don’t be late.’

The Inimitable Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse (via quote-homines)