P. G. Wodehouse

“ Louis, lay in Empress Dock, at Southampton, taking aboard her passengers. All sorts and conditions of men flowed in an unceasing stream up the gangway. Leaning over the second-class railing, Jimmy Pitt and Spike Mullins watched them thoughtfully. ”

“ There's only one cure, and I don't suppose you'll ever take it. You don't think a lot of women, do you? You're the rugged bachelor.”
“Goils——” began Spike comprehensively, and abandoned the topic without dilating on it further,
Jimmy lit his pipe, and threw the match overboard. The sun came out from behind a cloud, and the water sparkled.
“Dose were great jools, Mr. Chames,” said Spike thoughtfully.
“I believe you're still brooding over them, Spike.”
“We could have got away wit' dem, if you'd have stood for it. Dead easy.” ”