'He fluffed in his lines,' I concluded. 'Just stood there saying
nothing, when if ever there was a time for eloquence, this was it.
He ... Great Scott! Look!'
We had come back within view of the cottage, and there in front of it
stood six children, a nurse, two loafers, another nurse, and the fellow
from the grocer's. They were all staring. Down the road came galloping
five more children, a dog, three men and a boy, all about to stare.
And on our porch, as unconscious of the spectators as if they had been
alone in the Sahara, stood Freddie and his Elizabeth, clasped in each
other's arms.
'Great Scott!' I said.
'It would appear, sir,' said Jeeves, 'that everything has concluded
most satisfactorily, after all.'
'Yes. Dear old Freddie may have been fluffy in his lines,' I said, 'but
his business certainly seems to have gone with a bang.'
'Very true, sir,' said Jeeves.