Jack Del Monte advanced laughing; behind him in the pa.s.sage the three conspirators, Frances, Elizabeth, and Bannan, peered triumphant. "My dear," said Jack, "I was merely waiting for my cue. You would not have had me spoil your entrance, you know you would not. Uncle John--I may say Uncle John? thanks!--I hope you will forgive Rita"s little stratagem for the sake of the pleasure it has given her."
"My dear nephew," said Uncle John, "you have brought me the most enchanting birthday gift that ever a man had. Let me look at you again, Rita! If ever happiness agreed with a person--but I must not begin upon compliments now. I want you to know these cousins and friends. Here is Hugh Montfort and Jean; here is Grace Wolfe, who is to be your cousin one of these good days; and here are our friends Gerald and Philip Merryweather. You have all heard of one another; let us all be friends at once, without further ceremony, and keep this joyful feast together."
"Supper is served, sir," said Elizabeth.
A joyful feast it was indeed. The table, decked with ferns and roses, was covered with every good thing that Frances could think of, and she could think of a good many. The candles shed their cheerful light on all, though the faces hardly needed the artificial light. Amid general mirth, Rita told of her plan; her letter of inquiry to Frances and Elizabeth, asking if all were well, and if their coming would make any inconvenience. Then the telegram to Bannan, and the arrival, to find him awaiting them with the best horse the stable afforded; and, finally, their stealthy entrance at the back door. All had been triumphantly successful, and as Rita told her story, she laughed and clapped her hands with the glee of a child, while every face glowed responsive.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""I PROPOSE . . . THE HEALTH OF THE BEST MAN . . . THAT LIVES UPON THIS EARTH TO-DAY; . . . THE HEALTH OF MY UNCLE JOHN!""]
"And now," said Rita Del Monte, springing to her feet, and lifting high her gla.s.s, "I wish to propose a toast--the only fitting toast for this night. I propose, dear friends, and dear strangers whom I hope to have for friends, the health of the best man--ah, Jack, you have not had time yet, nor you others; but courage, time is before you!--of the best man, I say, that lives upon this earth to-day; the dearest, the kindest--oh, all please drink to the health of my Uncle John!"
One and all were upon their feet; all bending forward, gla.s.s in hand, eager and joyous, their eyes shining with love and admiration; and from one and all came the same glad cry, "Uncle John!"
"Because if one hasn"t the luck to be really his nephew," said Gerald, "the least one can do is to make a bluff at it."
And here, at this happy moment, let us leave our friends. Good-by, Margaret--dear Margaret! Good-by, Peggy and Rita, Hugh and Grace, Gerald and Phil,--we may see you again, boys,--Jean and Jack! Good-by, and good luck to you! Last of all, good-by to you, John Montfort. If you are not the best man in the world, you are at least a good one! Wise and strong, courteous and kindly, brave and true, long may you live, as now you sit, in your own beautiful home, surrounded by those you love best in the world. Love, kindness, and truth; having these, what more do you lack?
Good-by, John Montfort.
THE END.