"You'll do it?"
"I will."
"Of course," said Freddie awkwardly, "I'll see that you get a bit all right. I mean . . . ."
Psmith waved his hand deprecatingly. "My dear comrade Threepwood, let us not become sordid on this glad occasion. As far as I am concerned, there will be no charge."
"What! But look here . . . ."
"Any assistance I can give will be offered in a purely amateur spirit. I would have mentioned before, only I was reluctant to interrupt you, that Comrade Jackson is my boyhood chum, and that Phyllis, his wife, injects into my life the few beams of sunshine that illumine the dreary round. I have long desired to do something to ameliorate their lot, and now that the chance has come I am delighted. It is true that I am not a man of affluence - my bank manager, I am told, winces in a rather painful manner whenever my name is mentioned - but I am not so reduced that I must charge a fee for performing, on behalf of a pal, a simple act of courtesy like pinching a twenty thousand pound necklace."
(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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