All eyes were turned towards Roswell.
"You'd better say something," said Ralph.
Roswell rose to his feet, but found it necessary to hold on to his chair for support.
"Mr. President," commenced Roswell, gazing about him in a vacant way, "this is a great occasion."
"Of course it is," said Burgess.
"We are assembled to-night—"
"So we are. Bright boy!" said David Green.
"I am a gentleman's son," continued Roswell.
"What's the gentleman's name?" interrupted Wilmot.