'Upon my word,' said Captain Manly, 'I wish, Templemore, you had your commission, for there seems so much depending on it--the young lady's happiness, my share of the prize-money, and the admiral's eighth. Really, admiral, it becomes a common cause; and I'm sure he deserves it!' 'So do I, Manly,' replied the admiral; 'and to prove that I have thought so, here comes Mr. Hadley with it in his hand: it only wants one little thing to complete it----' 'Which is your signature, admiral, I presume,' replied Captain Manly, taking a pen full of ink, and presenting it to his senior officer. 'Exactly,' replied the admiral, scribbling at the bottom of the paper; 'and now--it does not want that. Captain Templemore, I wish you joy!' Edward made a very low obeisance, as his flushed countenance indicated his satisfaction. 'I cannot give commissions, admiral,' said Francisco, presenting a paper in return; 'but I can give information--and you will find it not unimportant--for the treasure appears of great value.' 'God bless my soul! Manly, you must start at daylight!' exclaimed the admiral; 'why, there is enough to load your sloop! There!--read it!--and then I will write your orders, and enclose a copy of it, for fear of accident.' 'That was to have been my fortune,' said Francisco, with a grave smile; 'but I would not touch it.' 'Very right, boy!--a fine principle! But we are not quite so particular,' said the admiral. 'Now, where's the young lady? Let her know that dinner's on the table.' A fortnight after this conversation, Captain Manly returned with the treasure; and the _Enterprise_, commanded by another officer, returned from Porto Rico, with a letter from the governor in reply to one from the admiral, in which the rescue of his daughter by Edward had been communicated. The letter was full of thanks to the admiral, and compliments to Edward; and, what was of more importance, it sanctioned the union of the young officer with his daughter, with a dozen boxes of gold doubloons. About six weeks after the above-mentioned important conversation, Mr. Witherington, who had been reading a voluminous packet of letters in his breakfast-room in Finsbury Square, pulled his bell so violently that old Jonathan thought his master must be out of his senses. This, however, did not induce him to accelerate his solemn and measured pace; and he made his appearance at the door, as usual, without speaking. 'Why don't that fellow answer the bell?' cried Mr. Witherington. 'I am here, sir,' said Jonathan solemnly. 'Well, so you are! but, confound you! you come like the ghost of a butler! But who do you think is coming here, Jonathan?' 'I cannot tell, sir.' 'But I can!--you solemn old----Edward's coming here!--coming home directly!' 'Is he to sleep in his old room, sir?' replied the imperturbable butler. 'No; the best bedroom! Why, Jonathan, he is married--he is made a captain--Captain Templemore!' 'Yes--sir.'