For who should rise in his place but Dad! Yes, there he stood, the old darling, a brimming champagne glass in his hand, a beatific expression on his face.

And this is what he was saying: "Our hostess has asked me to do something, which is to announce the engagement of my daughter and her son.

Let us drink to their happiness." "Bravo!" cried the Duke.

"I give the American three cheers: Rah, rah, rah!" "How delightfully boyish the dear Duke is," observed Mrs.
Sanderson-Spear, beaming at him from across the table.
"So ingenious, I mean so ingenuous," assented a languid lady from San Francisco.

"But we must stand up; toute le monde is standing up, my dear." And so it was, standing up to drink our healths, Blakely's and mine, while Blakely held my hand under the table.
"Bravo!" cried the Duke.