“Yes and no, sir.”
I laughed. Jeeves was a wonder.
“You're too good to be true, Jeeves,” I said.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Not too many people are too good to be true, Jeeves, but you definitely fall into that category.”
“Very good, sir.”
We drove on. After a while, the road grew smoky and then completely black. My headlights failed. I acquiesced. I let myself drive without light. It was like falling in a dream. When I was a child, my mother would tuck me in and sing to me every night the same song:
Little boy, you're tired,
little boy, you're blue,
so go to sleep, my sweetheart,
and dream all your cares
away.