The creator of the inimitable Jeeves and Wooster, the frantic Psmith, and the eccentric Mulliners has matured. Now we have before us a completely different Woodhouse. He is just as funny, just as ironic. His stories are just as funny. But in Wodehouse's later stories there is no longer the grotesque. These are mature works of an experienced writer, a deep expert in human psychology. And the author laughs not so much at the absurd situations in which the heroes find themselves, but at the comedy of the very time in which they happened to live...

“...There was no answer. He called again, then knocked. Moreover, he kicked the door. No one responded, and, sooner or later, he decided that Myra was gone. He did not foresee this and leaned against the wall, thinking about what to do, but then another door opened and a woman appeared. “Hello,” she said. “Hello.” , said Freddie. Judging by his words, he spoke uncertainly, immediately determining that Mavis would not approve of this woman. Another breed. Blue eyes, no glasses. The teeth are white and straight. Her hair is golden. Apparently, she got up late - by half past four she only managed to put on a robe and slippers. The robe, we note, was light pink, and was completely covered with some kind of birds. Freddie decided that they were lovebirds. Agree that a groom who has quarreled with his bride should not communicate with golden-haired ladies in pink robes dotted with bright blue birds. However, politeness is politeness...”