Mr. Wooster, and he blinked, gulped once or twice, and tottered forward.
“Well, you know—” said Mr. Wooster.
Then it seemed to strike him that this opening lacked the proper formal dignity.
“Ladies—”
A silvery peal of laughter from the front row stopped him again.
“Girls!” said Miss Tomlinson. She spoke in a low, soft voice, but the effect was immediate. Perfect stillness instantly descended upon all present. I am bound to say that, brief as my acquaintance with Miss Tomlinson had been, I could recall few women I had admired more. She had grip.
I fancy that Miss Tomlinson had gauged Mr. Wooster’s oratorical capabilities pretty correctly by this time, and had come to the conclusion that nothing much in the way of a stirring address