That compels me to give the reason why I go with them. It is to prevent what you fear that causes me to accompany them. And I shall go with them dressed in sailor clothes. That is ridiculous! exclaimed Mrs. Davis. Captain, you must stop this thing. Mr. Wallace has my consent and approval of the course he is about to take. If he can go on shore with two old man-of-war’s-men and keep them sober, he is a genius that has never been found before in the English Navy. He has another reason why he does not wish to remain on board to-morrow, for which we must excuse him. Lord Wallace, family and friends will be here, and it will be better that the existence of his grand-son should be pronounced prior to the meeting, for Walter has firmly resolved that he will see neither of his grand-fathers except on their special request. Therefore, let us retire and prepare for the morrow. During the night the ship sailed within two miles of London and cast anchor, and before the sun had risen, every sail was secured and the ship dressed in gally style. The docks were lined with people, many of whom had been attracted there by idle curiosity. Others expected to meet friends or hear from relatives in America. Others had husbands, sons or lovers on board, and were straining their eyes to see their long absent loved ones. Walter and his two friends appeared on deck, dressed in full sailor uniform. They were about to get into the yawl to go on shore, when Cora took Walter aside and said: Will you come on board to-night? Yes, he replied, if you request it. I do request it. Be in the Lieutenant’s room at eleven o’clock. Now good bye for the present. At this instant the ship’s surgeon requested an interview with Cora. Why, doctor, what is the matter? You look as if you had lost your best friend. I have lost nothing but a patient. The cat Amy is dead. I feared to break the news to him, and called on you for advice. Don’t, for the world, tell him now. Take it to a taxidermist and have it stuffed, and I will explain it to him in due time. The trio entered the boat, and in a few moments were safely landed on the wharf. A rush is made to reach the sailors, and Tom and Jack are soon in the hands of their friends. Frost’s wife and daughter nearly smothered him with kisses, and Tom’s friends received him kindly, and immediately invited him to go to a tavern and take something to drink. Never! replied Tom. I have drunk my last glass of grog. I thank you for your friendship, but if you are true friends, don’t tempt me to drink rum. Clear the way! Clear the way for Lord Wallace! exclaimed an officer. Make room for Lord Wallace. Walter heard this name pronounced, and looking up, saw an old gentleman approaching, followed by a long list of friends and servants. This, he thought to himself, is my grand-father Wallace. On a nearer view, he saw that he was a man of about eighty years, but hale and hearty.