“Go on,” said Dr. O’Grady pushing him towards the statue. “Stand on the pedestal.”
“But I can’t make a speech. I’m not prepared. I’ve nothing to say.”
He was pushed forward remorselessly. At the very base of the statue he turned.
“I hope there are no reporters present,” he said in a tone of despair.
“There probably are lots,” said Dr. O’Grady. “Get up now and begin. The people won’t stand here all day.”
Lord Alfred Blakeney, still clasping the illuminated address in his arms, was hustled on to the lowest step of the pedestal. The people cheered encouragingly.
“Oh damn this great picture,” said Lord Alfred. “Do hold it for me.”
“Never mind it,” said Dr. O’Grady. “It’s all right as it is. Make your speech.”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Lord Alfred, “I find myself standing here to-day——”
“As representative of the Lord-Lieutenant,” said Dr. O’Grady, prompting him.