We may aswell all go

"All I know is, I'm going to have it. It was Simpson's last term, andSimpson's left, and I'm next on the house list, so, of course, it's mystudy.""But what steps," said Psmith, "are you going to take? Spiller, theman of Logic, we know. But what of Spiller, the Man of Action? Howdo you intend to set about it? Force is useless. I was saying toComrade Jackson before you came in, that I didn't mind betting youwere an insignificant-looking little weed. And you _are_ aninsignificant-looking little weed.""We'll see what Outwood says about it.""Not an unsound scheme. By no means a scaly project. Comrade Jacksonand myself were about to interview him upon another point. We may aswell all go together."The trio made their way to the Presence, Spiller pink and determined,Mike sullen, Psmith particularly debonair. He hummed lightly as hewalked, and now and then pointed out to Spiller objects of interest bythe wayside. 　　Mr. Outwood received them with the motherly warmth which was evidentlythe leading characteristic of his normal manner. 　　"Ah, Spiller," he said. "And Smith, and Jackson. I am glad to see thatyou have already made friends.""Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronisingly onthe study-claimer's shoulder--a proceeding violently resented bySpiller--"is a character one cannot help but respect. His natureexpands before one like some beautiful flower."Mr. Outwood received this eulogy with rather a startled expression,and gazed at the object of the tribute in a surprised way. 　　"Er--quite so, Smith, quite so," he said at last. "I like to see boysin my house friendly towards one another.""There is no vice in Spiller," pursued Psmith earnestly. "His heart isthe heart of a little child.""Please, sir," burst out this paragon of all the virtues, "I----""But it was not entirely with regard to Spiller that I wished to speakto you, sir, if you were not too busy.""Not at all, Smith, not at all. Is there anything----""Please, sir--" began Spiller.