"A health, ladies and gentlemen, to the bride. May she live long and never form the acquaintanceship of sorrow!"
Stephen's father had arisen from his chair and with his goblet held before him addressed the company.
It was drunk with evident pleasure. Then Mr. Allison arose.
"To Major Meagher, that his brilliant career be only the commencement of a life of extraordinary achievement!"
This was followed by a round of applause. Stephen smiled and bowed his head, but it was plain to be seen that his father's chest had expanded more than an appreciable trifle. Marjorie was happy and whispered a word to her newly formed sister-in-law who was seated by her side. It was a jolly group who had surrounded the table, all bent on doing honor to the happy couple, but none appeared more so than Jim Cadwalader and his wife, Nancy.
"I tell you," said Jim, "they're a right fine pair."
"I am afraid, Jim, you have not forgiven me quite for excluding you from that meeting," Stephen suggested.
"I'm the proud'st man this side o' the river t' think I gave y' me clothes. Y'd never got on widout me."
There was an outburst of laughter.