Thus, child and grand-child were alone with the dying. His face was flushed, yet there were no signs of pain or discontent. Walter’s feelings were deeply aroused. Before him lay the father of his long dead mother. The sight carried him back to the events on the Callicoon, where he had often seen his mother, on bended knee, pouring out her soul to God in behalf of him who was now dying before him. Where he had heard her say: “Father in Heaven, forgive him; he knows not what he has done!” Can I do less? Yes, grand-father, I forgive you. For my sake—for my parents’ sake, I forgive you. And while life lasts, I will kiss the lips that have often kissed my mother, and he instinctively bent over the dying man. Hist! said Cora. He wakes. 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. Add a codicil by which my children and grand-children share equally. Draw a draft in favor of my grand-son, Walter Wallace, for one thousand pounds. The draft was presented and signed. Now get one of those blank commissions and fill it out in the second grade. It was a great effort for the Admiral to sign it on account of pain. There, he said as he threw the pen down. That is my last official act. Place the draft and commission in an envelope directed to Captain Davis with directions that it shall not be opened until the morning of the day on which the Reindeer shall start on her next voyage. It shall be done, said the lawyer. The Admiral beckoned them all to come near. My earthly business is completed, he said. Now let me bid my children and friends farewell. The folding doors opened, and in walked the Lieutenant, followed by Cora, Walter, Lord Wallace and Captain Davis. The Admiral extended his hand and said: My grand-son, can you forgive the wrong that I have done you and yours? Yes, grand-father, Walter replied, in the name of, and in behalf of my mother, I forgive you. Did your mother speak of me? Did she bless or curse me? She loved and prayed for you. The old man, still holding Walter by the hand, fell back on his pillow exhausted. In a moment he opened his eyes and extended his other hand. My Lord, addressing Lord Wallace, I forgive. Am I forgiven? God be my Judge! exclaimed Lord Wallace. As I hope to be forgiven, so do I forgive you.