A rush of emotion filled me.
‘Jeeves,’ I said, and if my voice shook, what of it? We Woosters are but human, ‘you stand alone. Others abide our question, but you don’t, as the fellow said. I wish there was something I could do to repay you.’
He coughed that sheep-like cough of his.
'There does chance to be a favour it is within your power to bestow, sir.’
'Name it, Jeeves. Ask of me what you will, even unto half my kingdom.’
'If you could see your way to abandoning your Alpine hat, sir.’

P.G, Wodehouse, Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves (via thefoxhuntingman)