"Chuck Henderson?--that duffer?" (Oh, Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert; and after all I"ve done for you!)
"He"s not a duffer!" remonstrated Nancy, with a flare in her mild eyes.
(How I wish I might have seen her as she defended me!) "He"s the dearest fellow in the world, and I love him with all my heart!" (How do you like that, Mr. Robert? Bravo, Nancy! I may be a duffer, true enough, but I rather object to its being called out from the housetops.) And Nancy added: "I want you to understand distinctly, Robert, that in my selection of a husband you are not to be consulted."
This was moving him around some.
"Hold on, Nan! Drat it, don"t look like that! I meant nothing, dearie; only I"m a heap surprised. Chuck _is_ a good fellow, I"ll admit; but I"ve been dreaming of your marrying a prince or an amba.s.sador, and Henderson comes like a jolt. Besides, Chuck will never be anything but a first-rate politician. You"ll have to get used to cheap cigars and four-ply whisky. When is it going to happen?"
"In June. I have always loved him, Bob. And he wants you to be his best man."
Robert appeared a bit mollified at this knowledge. "But what shall I do after that?" he wailed. "You"re the only person I can order about, and now you"re going the other side of the range."
"Bob, why don"t you get married yourself?" asked Mrs. Warburton. "With your looks you won"t have to go far nor begging for a wife."
"There"s the rub, sister mine by law and the admirable foresight of my only brother. What am I good for but ordering rookies about? I"ve no business head. And it"s my belief that an Army man ought never to wed."
"Marry, my boy, and I"ll see what can be done for you in the diplomatic way. The new administration will doubtless be Republican, and my influence will have some weight,"--and John smiled affectionately across the table. He loved this gay lad opposite, loved him for his own self and because he could always see the mother"s eyes and lips. "You have reached the age of discretion. You are now traveled and a fairly good linguist. You"ve an income of forty-five hundred, and to this I may be able to add a berth worth two or three thousand. Find the girl, lad; find the girl."
"Honestly, I"ll think it over, Jack."
"Oh!"
Three of the quartet turned wonderingly toward Mrs. Jack.
"What"s the matter?" asked Jack.
"We have forgotten to show Bob the baby!"
"Merciful heavens!" bawled Robert. "A baby? This is the first time I"ve heard anything about a baby,"--looking with renewed interest at the young mother.
"Do you mean to tell me, John Warburton, that you failed to mention the fact in any of your letters?" indignantly demanded Mrs. John.
"Why--er--didn"t I mention it?" asked the perturbed father.
"Nary a word, nary a word!" Robert got up. "Now, where is this wonderful he?--or is it a she?"
"Boy, Bob; greatest kid ever."
And they all trooped up the stairs to the nursery, where Mr. Robert was forced to admit that, as regarded a three-months-old, this was the handsomest little colt he had ever laid eyes on! Mr. Robert even ventured to take the boy up in his arms.
"How d"ye hold him?" he asked.
Mrs. John took the smiling cherub, and the manner in which she folded that infant across her young breast was a true revelation to the prodigal, who felt his loneliness more than ever. He was a rank outsider.
"Jack, you get me that diplomatic post, and I"ll see to it that the only bachelor in the Warburton family shall sleep in yonder cradle."
"Done!"
"How long is your furlough?" asked Nancy.
"Whom do you think the baby resembles?" asked the mother.
"One at a time, one at a time! The baby at present doesn"t resemble any one."
"There"s your diplomat!" cried John, with a laugh.
"And my furlough is for several years, if not longer."
"What?" This query was general and simultaneous.
"Yes, I"ve disbanded. The Army will now go to rack and ruin. I am a plain citizen of the United States. I expect to spend the winter in Washington."
"The winter!" echoed Jack, mockingly dejected.
"John!" said his wife. John a.s.sumed a meek expression; and Mrs. John, putting the baby in the cradle, turned to her brother-in-law. "I thought the Army was a hobby with you."
"It was. I"ve saved up quite a sum, and I"m going to see a lot of fine scenery if my leg doesn"t give out."
"Or your bank account," supplemented John.
"Well, or my bank account."
"Draw on me whenever you want pa.s.sage out West," went on the statesman in chrysalis.
Whereupon they all laughed; not because John had said anything particularly funny, but because there was a good and generous measure of happiness in each heart.
"Bob, there"s a ball at the British emba.s.sy tonight. You must go with us."
"Impossible!" said Robert. "Remember my leg."
"That will not matter," said Mrs. John; "you need not dance."
"What, not dance? I should die of intermittent fever. And if I did dance, my leg might give out."
"You can ride a horse all right," said John, in the way of argument.
"I can do that easily with my knees. But I can"t dance with my knees.
No, I shall stay at home. I couldn"t stand it to see all those famous beauties, and with me posing as a wall-flower."
"But what will you do here all alone?"
"Play with the kid, smoke and read; make myself at home. You still smoke that Louisiana, Jack?"
"Yes,"--dubiously.
"So. Now, don"t let me interfere with your plans for tonight. I haven"t been in a home in so long that it will take more than one night for the novelty to wear off. Besides, that nurse of yours, Kit, is good to look at,"--a bit of the rogue in his eye.
"Bob!"--from both women.