Bertie: Is Claude all right? And Eustace? And Aunt Dahlia?

Jeeves: All are well.

Bertie: What about you?

Jeeves: My arm was wounded in the battle. It is nearly healed now.

Bertie: How about Walter? And I want the truth this time.

The Wooster intellect may not be the sharpest tack in the box…but I know that boy is no random orphan off the street!

Jeeves: Very astute, sir.