Art of Diplomacy—
I DON'T think I'd do it, Mrs. Pendlebury-Rockingham. I don't think I'd do it, altogether, Miss Millane. As the head of this Committee I do think 'twould be a pity
If our action were precipitate; I think we should refrain. Mrs. Dowser, don't you think— Mrs. Bellwether, Mrs. Blink- That, ere seeking his subscription, we should pause a while and think? Major Moppup is a gentleman beyond the least reproach? But don't you think to call on him so early might seem— queer? He has just come to the district, and we none of us know much— Saving what we learn from rumours. Is his money fit to touch? His possessions may be great, But I think it wise to wait. Don't you feel it, Mrs. Dagglethorp? O, quaite, quaite, quaite. I don't think I'd venture, Mrs. Pendlebury-Rockingham. No, I don't think I'd venture just at present, Miss Millane. I've explained, with perfect clarity, Ours is a worthy charity. The sources of its income must be quite without a stain. Mrs. Mumble, will you move? Mrs. Dimm, do you approve? Will you second that we shelve it till we definitely prove Major Moppup is a gentleman beyond the least reproach? Then the question of his contribution later we can broach. (Why, he's just the match for Mabel, and he's simply soused in pelf! Do the cats think they can call on him before I call myself?) All in favour. May I state It is wiser far to wait— Moved, seconded, and carried, ladles! Quaite, quaite, quaite.