“Vell, you know also my daughter Trina get married bretty soon.  She and der dentist, Doktor McTeague, eh, yes?”

There was a general exclamation.

“I thought so all along,” cried Miss Baker, excitedly.  “The first time I saw them together I said, ‘What a pair!’”

“Delightful!” exclaimed the agent, “to be married and win a snug little fortune at the same time.”

“So—­So,” murmured Old Grannis, nodding at his plate.

“Good luck to you,” cried Maria.

“He’s lucky enough already,” growled Marcus under his breath, relapsing for a moment into one of those strange moods of sullenness which had marked him throughout the evening.

Trina flushed crimson, drawing shyly nearer her mother.  McTeague grinned from ear to ear, looking around from one to another, exclaiming “Huh!  Huh!”

But the agent rose to his feet, a newly filled beer glass in his hand.  He was a man of the world, this agent.  He knew life.  He was suave and easy.  A diamond was on his little finger.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began.  There was an instant silence.  “This is indeed a happy occasion.  I—­I am glad to be here to-night; to be a witness to such good fortune; to partake in these—­in this celebration.  Why, I feel almost as glad as if I had held four three oughts twelve myself; as if the five thousand were mine instead of belonging to our charming hostess.  The good wishes of my humble self go out to Miss Sieppe in this moment of her good fortune, and I think—­in fact, I am sure I can speak for the great institution, the great company I represent.  The company congratulates Miss Sieppe.  We—­they—­ah—­They wish her every happiness her new fortune can procure her.  It has been my duty, my—­ah—­cheerful duty to call upon the winners of large prizes and to offer the felicitation of the company.  I have, in my experience, called upon many such; but never have I seen fortune so happily bestowed as in this case.  The company have dowered the prospective bride.  I am sure I but echo the sentiments of this assembly when I wish all joy and happiness to this happy pair, happy in the possession of a snug little fortune, and happy—­happy in—­” he finished with a sudden inspiration—­“in the possession of each other; I drink to the health, wealth, and happiness of the future bride and groom.  Let us drink standing up.”  They drank with enthusiasm.  Marcus was carried away with the excitement of the moment.

“Outa sight, outa sight,” he vociferated, clapping his hands.  “Very well said.  To the health of the bride.  McTeague, McTeague, speech, speech!”

In an instant the whole table was clamoring for the dentist to speak.  McTeague was terrified; he gripped the table with both hands, looking wildly about him.

“Speech, speech!” shouted Marcus, running around the table and endeavoring to drag McTeague up.

“No—­no—­no,” muttered the other.  “No speech.”  The company rattled upon the table with their beer glasses, insisting upon a speech.  McTeague settled obstinately into his chair, very red in the face, shaking his head energetically.