The Lieutenant continued:——
In owning and receiving in his house and heart the son of your daughter Amelia—the son of his son William—the representative of both families, and is the only one living that has the right to call you grand-father.
Did you learn this on your last cruise to America?
I did—or rather on our return, replied the Lieutenant.
The old Admiral sank back in his chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent for some moments. Occasionally he would strike his cane on the floor and move himself about in his chair. The Lieutenant and Cora watched him with interest. At last he opened his eyes and attempted to speak, but instantly closed then again. It was evident that he was struggling with his feelings, but he said or did nothing to commit himself. A long silence ensued, then rising to his feet, said:
Charles, where is this person you were speaking of? Is it a boy or girl?
It is a boy—or rather man, father, and his name is Walter Wallace.
At the mention of this name, the Admiral turned red in the face.
Walter Wallace! he exclaimed. The name of my despised enemy. But what of my son Thomas?