Well, tell me something I don’t know! Tell me why Charles don’t come! Ungrateful dog! I suppose he will call on everybody in London before he thinks of his father! No, father, you do him an injustice. He will come as soon as his business permits. Cora, you are impertinent. You charge your father with injustice. Have I ever been unjust to one of my children? I did not mean that father, I meant that you were mistaken. That Charles—— That fiddle-sticks! Remember, girl, that I am _never_ mistaken. That what I know I know, and what I know is law. I meant father, that Charles would be here, as soon as he accomplishes the business he was sent on by Captain Davis. Captain Davis has no authority over my son while on land. You forget that I am Admiral here—Lord High Admiral. I forget nothing, father. But Captain Davis sent Charles on a mission of humanity and as soon as that is accomplished he will be here. An accident happened to Lord Wallace at the wharf this morning. Accidents are always happening him. I hope this time he got drowned in earnest. No, father, not drowned, but nearly so. If it had not been for a young man that belongs to the Reindeer, he would have perished. Curse the young man that saved him. He ought to have let him go and become food for the sharks. Oh, father, don’t say that. Yes, I will say that! I say he ought to have been drowned years ago! Didn’t he rob me of a son and daughter? I presume he would say that you robbed him in the same way. Presume, eh! What right have you to presume? (bringing down his cane,) I’ll teach you to presume, you hussy! You charge your father with robbing! (thump—thump.) Oh, no, father, I don’t charge you with anything. I don’t mean anything. I do. I mean everything, (striking the table with his cane.) You must have been taking lessons from the red-skins in America, and haven’t retained their manners. You are a regular wild-cat—catamount—tiger—rattlesnake! A servant enters and announces the arrival of Lieutenant Powers. Send the contemptible dog in! he exclaimed in a rage. Father, he is your son. Don’t call him a dog. I shall call him what I please! I will!—I will! The Lieutenant enters, and with extended hands approaches his father. My dear father! How do you do? How do I do? What do you care how I do? It seems that I am the last one you think of. I learn sir, that you passed by me—that you called on Lord Wallace—my most inveterate enemy! You are mistaken, father, he is not your enemy. Zounds! boy! You must be drunk or crazy! You would make me believe that he is my friend? Such is the case, father. He wishes to bury the past. He desires a reconciliation between the families of Powers and Wallace. He wishes, before he closes his eyes in death, to forgive and be forgiven.