When the cloth was removed, and Mr. Stephenson had said grace, and Dick and Leo were up to their eyes in nuts and oranges, Mark Cray stood in his place and made a natty little speech. Mark was fond of making speeches they were a great deal more to his taste than surgical operations. His present effort lasted five minutes, and wound up with wishing the doctor many happy returns of the day.
"Hurrah!" shouted Dick. "Uncle Richard, I hope you'll have a hundred birthdays yet!"
"And plenty of good things for you to eat as they come round, eh, Dick?" rejoined the doctor with a smile.
"Oh, of course," cried Dick, his eyes sparkling. "It always does come in the Christmas holidays, you know."
The doctor slightly rose from his chair, leaning with both hands on the table. His manner was subdued, his voice inexpressibly gentle and loving.
"My dear friends, I thank you for your kindness; I thank you from my very heart. I am not well, and you must accept these few words in answer to Mark's more elaborate speech. It may be the last time I shall be here to receive your good wishes or to thank you for them. May God bless you!"--and he raised his hands slowly and solemnly--"May God bless and love you all when I shall be gone!"
The words took them utterly by surprise. Sara bent her head, and pressed her hands upon her bosom as if to press down the sudden sobs that seemed as if they would choke her; Dick and Leo stared; Miss Bettina complacently nodded her acknowledgments, she knew not why, for she had failed to hear; and Caroline looked up in wonder. Mark Cray was the first to speak.
"Do you feel ill, sir?"
"Not particularly; not much more so than I have felt lately. I don't think I am very well, Mark."
"You are overworked, sir. You must take some rest"