Pronoun reference

Syntax

I clicked the tongue.

"My new man.  At nine tomorrow morning he will bring me tea."

"Well, you'll like that."

"He will bring it to this room.  He will approach the bed.  He will place 
it on the table."

"What on earth for?"

"To facilitate my getting at the cup and sipping."

"Oh, you mean he will put the tea on the table.  You said he would put the 
bed on the table."

"I never said anything of the sort."

"You did.  Distinctly."

P.G. Wodehouse.  Thank you, Jeeves.  1934.  Harper & Row.  63.

A conscientious man was Angus; ...

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  13.

"Where's my umbrella?"  demanded the pink one.  "The cloak-room waiter says
you took my umbrella.  I mean, a joke's a joke, but that was a dashed good
umbrella."

"It was, indeed," Psmith agreed cordially.  "It may be of interest to you
to know that I selected it as the only possible one from among a number of
comptitors.  I fear this club is becoming very mixed, Comrade Walderwick. 
You with your pure mind would hardly believe the rottenness of some of the
umbrellas I inspected in the cloak-room."

"Where is it?"

"The cloak-room?  You turn to the left as you go in at the main entrance 
and ..."

"My umbrella, dash it!  Where's my umbrella?"

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  73.

These letters were not all what he had paid good money to receive.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  88.

A temperamental young man was Ralston McTodd.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  103.

"Coffee!"  he said, not violently, but in the voice of a good man
oppressed.  "I want coffee.  Why have I no coffee?  Constance, my dear, I
should have coffee.  Why have I none?"

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  145.

"I believe she thinks me a mere butterfly," said Freddie, who had not been 
listening to this most valuable homily.

Psmith slid down from the wall and stretched himself.

"Why," he said, "are butterflies so often described as 'mere'?  I have 
heard them so called a hundred times, and I cannot understand the reason."

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  154.

"I think you're terribly conceited."

"Not at all," said Psmith.  "Conceited?  No, no.  Success has not spoiled 
me."

"Have you had any success?"

"None whatever."  The car stopped.  "We get down here," said Psmith, opening 
the door.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  158.

"They had some people to dinner, and there was chicken, and Cynthia gave 
all the giblets to the guests, and her husband bounded out of his seat with 
a wild cry, and, shouting 'You <i>know</i> I love those things better than 
anything in the world!' rushed from the house, never to return!"

"Precisely how I would have wished him to rush, had I been Mrs.  McTodd."

P.G. Wodehouse.  Leave it to Psmith.  1923.  A.L. Burt.  331.

"Then I'll be going," said Ukridge, moodily.  "I suppose," he added,
pausing at the door, you couldn't lend me five bob?"

"How did you guess?"

P.G. Wodehouse.  Ukridge.  1924.  Barrie &amp;& Jenkins.  31.

"It's nothing, laddie.   Practically nothing.  Just a simple little act of
kindness which you will thank me for putting in your way."

P.G. Wodehouse.  Ukridge.  1924.  Barrie &amp;& Jenkins.  74.

"A photograph somehow seems to---as it were---set off an article of this
kind."

"That," I replied, cordially, "is what it doesn't do nothing else but."

P.G. Wodehouse.  Ukridge.  1924.  Barrie &amp;& Jenkins.  116.

She said it sounded as if Jeeves must be something like her father---she
had never met him---Jeeves, I mean, not her father, whom of course she had
met frequently

P.G. Wodehouse.  Stiff upper lip, Jeeves.  1963.  Herbert Jenkins.  18.

Stinker ... was in private life a gentle soul with whom a child could have
played.  In fact, I once saw a child doing so.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Stiff upper lip, Jeeves.  1963.  Herbert Jenkins.  25.

but the great lesson we learn from life is to know when and when not to be
in the centre of things.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Stiff upper lip, Jeeves.  1963.  Herbert Jenkins.  49.

My heart did one of those spectacular leaps Nijinsky used to do in the
Russian Ballet, and I was conscious of a fervent wish that I could have
been elsewhere.

Elsewhere, however, being just where I wasn't, I had no option but to
grapple with this midnight marauder.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Stiff upper lip, Jeeves.  1963.  Herbert Jenkins.  61.

When Jeeves came shimmering in next morning with the breakfast tray, I lost
no time in supplying him with full information <i>re</i> the harrow I found
myself the toad under.

P.G. Wodehouse.  Stiff upper lip, Jeeves.  1963.  Herbert Jenkins.  79.