Kendrick came over and slapped him on the back.
"Wingate, my lad," he exclaimed, "you're going some! You're the bright boy of the party.

Whom are you taking into supper ?" "Me!" said a rather shrill but not unmusical voice from Wingate's side.
"Introduce us, please, Mr.Kendrick.We have been making furtive conversation for the last five minutes." "It is a great occasion," Kendrick declared.

"I present Mr.John Wingate, America's greatest financier, most successful soldier, and absolutely inevitable President, to Miss Flossie Lane, England's greatest musical comedy artist." Miss Lane grabbed Wingate's arm.
"Let's go in to supper," she suggested.

"All the best places will be taken if we don't hurry." "One word," Kendrick begged, relapsing for a moment into his ordinary manner as he touched Wingate on the shoulder.

"Dredlinton is here, rather drunk and very quarrelsome.