In the 1970s, August Busch, III organized a successful boardroom coup against his father, Gussie.
Gussie looked up in astonishment, then dropped her eyes for very shame.
Just as I got there Gussie emerged from its depths with a triumphant face.
It was evident that Gussie was striking something of a new note in Market Snodsbury scholastic circles.
"Oh, thank you; it's of no consequence," Gussie said, making a gesture of refusal.
She had repeatedly hinted that Dexie was "already spoken for," but the hint was not acted on in the way Gussie expected.
"Gussie will be furious when he comes back and finds you gone," she said.
At the beginning of the address, Gussie had subsided into a sort of daydream, with his mouth hanging open.
Was it possible that one of the children was sick and Gussie had not told him?
All that Gussie needs is the elder-brotherly advice of a seasoned man of the world.