My Lord, we have some reason for believing that their children are alive.
Have you seen them? he asked, while the tears trickled down his cheeks.
Yes, replied the Lieutenant.
When?
This morning. Walter Wallace, your grand-son, left the ship with two other sailors, and the first act that he performed after reaching the shore, was to save his grand-father’s life. It was he that rescued you from a watery grave. It was he that refused your brandy. It was the son of your long lost William.
Thank heaven! the old man replied. I shall have the opportunity in part to atone for my past errors. I discarded my child then. Now I will own, cherish and protect his offspring. But you say nothing of the other child. Where is she? Where is the child of Mary Powers?
My Lord, you must excuse me for not answering that question. When you see your grand-son he will inform you of all.
And when will I see him?
On board of the Reindeer to-night. Until that time you must excuse me. Good day. I go to see my father.
Lord Wallace was alone, and for a long time communed with his own thoughts.