I don’t want to wrong anyone, so I won’t go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a clear blue sky if you don’t sometimes feel that the stars are God’s daisy chain, you begin to think a bit.
Who else but P.G. Wodehouse, Bertie confiding to Jeeves and the (possibly) poetry-writing Madeline Bassett? From Right Ho, Jeeves.