The Admiral opened his eyes and attempted to raise up.
Gently, grand-father, gently. Let me help you, said Walter.
Grand-father—who calls me grand-father? exclaimed the dying man.
This, said Cora, is Walter, the son of Amelia, the young man we spoke to you about—the one that saved the life of Lord Wallace.
Then throw open the shutters and let in the light. Come closer, boy—come closer. Let me look into your eyes before the wreck goes down. Yes, I see. There are your mother’s soft, blue eyes, and your father’s manly form. Where is the lawyer?
In the parlor, father, said Cora.
I wish to see him alone.
Jenks, said the Admiral feebly, have you brought my will with you?
I have it here, replied the man of briefs.