As for him, he had merely the feeling of a man mounting the scaffold with the intention, at any rate, of making a good speech.
"Comrades," said the President, suddenly rising, "we have spun out this farce long enough.

I have called you down here to tell you something so simple and shocking that even the waiters upstairs (long inured to our levities) might hear some new seriousness in my voice.

Comrades, we were discussing plans and naming places.

I propose, before saying anything else, that those plans and places should not be voted by this meeting, but should be left wholly in the control of some one reliable member.

I suggest Comrade Saturday, Dr.Bull." They all stared at him; then they all started in their seats, for the next words, though not loud, had a living and sensational emphasis.
Sunday struck the table.
"Not one word more about the plans and places must be said at this meeting.