“I turned round and Jeeves shied like a startled mustang.”
“What does it look like I'm doin? If yer the shy type. I'd advise you to turn around.Oh! I turn ny back on him quick.”
“Presently, I was aware that Jeeves was with me. I hadn't heard him come in, but you often don't with Jeeves. He just streams silently from spot A to spot B, like some gas.”
“Was I shy? No. Not shy. Just, usually blissfully indifferent. I liked it that way. It was safer.”
“I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.”
“There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.”