There was a pause. And then - well, it was a wrench, but I did it. I unstripped the cummerbund and handed it over.

'Do you wish me to press this, sir?'

I gave the thing one last, longing look. It had been very dear to me.

'No,' I said, 'take it away; give it to the deserving poor - I shall never wear it again.'

'Thank you very much, sir,' said Jeeves.