"I shouldn't worry, I said. "There's probably nothing in it. Whole thing no doubt much exaggerated."
"You think so, eh? Well, you know what he's like. You remember the trouble we had when he ran after that singing-woman?"
I recollected the case. You will find it elsewhere in the archives. Cora Bellinger was the female's name. She was studying opera, and young Tuppy thought highly of her. Fortunately, however, she punched him in the eye during Beefy Bingham's clean, bright entertainment in Bermondsey east, and love died.
(from Very Good, Jeeves!, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)