On Saturday Alaric went down, but his arrival hardly made things more pleasant. Mrs. Woodward could not bring herself to be cordial with him, and the girls were restrained by a certain feeling that it would not be right to show too much outward joy at Alaric's success. Linda said one little word of affectionate encouragement, but it produced no apparent return from Alaric. His immediate object was to recover Mrs. Woodward's good graces; and he thought before he went that he had reason to hope that he might do so. Of all the household, Captain Cuttwater was the most emphatic in his congratulations. 'He had no doubt,' he said, 'that the best man had won. He had always hoped that the best man might win. He had not had the same luck when he was young, but he was very glad to see such an excellent rule brought into the service. It would soon work great changes, he was quite sure, at the Board of Admiralty.' On the Sunday afternoon Captain Cuttwater asked him into his own bedroom, and told him with a solemn, serious manner that he had a communication of importance to make to him. Alaric followed the captain into the well-known room in which Norman used to sleep, wondering what could be the nature of Uncle Bat's important communication. It might, probably, be some tidings of Sir Jib Boom. 'Mr. Alaric,' said the old man, as soon as they were both seated on opposite sides of a little Pembroke table that stood in the middle of the room, 'I was heartily glad to hear of your success at the Weights and Measures; not that I ever doubted it if they made a fair sailing match of it.' 'I am sure I am much obliged to you, Captain Cuttwater.' 'That is as may be, by and by. But the fact is, I have taken a fancy to you. I like fellows that know how to push themselves.' Alaric had nothing for it but to repeat again that he felt himself grateful for Captain Cuttwater's good opinion. 'Not that I have anything to say against Mr. Norman--a very nice young man, indeed, he is, very nice, though perhaps not quite so cheerful in his manners as he might be.' Alaric began to take his friend's part, and declared what a very worthy fellow Harry was. 'I am sure of it--I am sure of it,' said Uncle Bat; 'but everybody can't be A 1; and a man can't make everybody his heir.' Alaric pricked up his ears. So after all Captain Cuttwater was right in calling his communication important. But what business had Captain Cuttwater to talk of making new heirs?--had he not declared that the Woodwards were his heirs? 'I have got a little money, Mr. Alaric,' he went on saying in a low modest tone, very different from that he ordinarily used; 'I have got a little money--not much--and it will of course go to my niece here.' 'Of course,' said Alaric. 'That is to say--it will go to her children, which is all the same thing.' 'Quite the same thing,' said Alaric.