A western that begins in France, where some of Red Gap's finest citizens have ''gotten culture'' and are now enjoying the finer things found in the old country. In a Wild West twist on propriety, the Americans ''win'' Ruggles (the erstwhile butler to an English aristocrat with an empty title and a drinking problem) in a poker game... and to make things worse, when transported to Red Gap Ruggles is mistakenly considered an aristocrat himself!
air depressing, notwithstanding the effect of a few good mantel ornaments which I have long made it a rule to carry with me.
Then had come the meeting with the Americans. Glad I was to reflect that this had occurred in Paris instead of London. That sort of thing gets about so. Even from Paris I was not a little fearful that news of his mixing with this raffish set might get to the ears of his lordship either at the town house or at Chaynes-Wotten. True, his lordship is not over-liberal with his brother, but that is small reason for affronting the pride of a family that attained its earldom in the fourteenth century. Indeed the family had become important quite long before this time, the first Vane-Basingwell having been beheaded by no less a personage than William the Conqueror, as I learned in one of the many hours I have been privileged to browse in the Chaynes-Wotten library.
It need hardly be said that in my long term of service with the Honourable George, beginning almost from the time my mother n
One of the funniest things I've read in years, outclasses any Wodehouse I've come across with the exception of The Clicking of Cuthbert, and even that takes second place.
English "gentleman's man" Ruggles is lost by The Honourable George in a game of drawing poker and transported Out West to rehabilitate the dress, manners, and so forth of a rough cowboy.
This was made into a movie starring Charles Laughton in the 30s but the book is far, far superior. Worth six stars if I were to give them.