P. G. Wodehouse,
Psmith, Journalist — Chapter 4
(1912)
“ Mr. Jarvis eyed him fixedly, as if pondering over his remarks. Then he turned to Billy again."Say!" he said. "Any time you're in bad. Glad to be of service. You know the address. Groome Street. Bat Jarvis. Good night. Obliged."He paused and whistled a few more bars, then nodded to Psmith and Mike, and left the room. They heard him shuffling downstairs."A blithe spirit," said Psmith. "Not garrulous, perhaps, but what of that? I am a man of few words myself. Comrade Jarvis's massive silences appeal to me. He seems to have taken a fancy to you, Comrade Windsor."Billy Windsor laughed. ”
