“Do not leave us,” said Flora; “let me beg of you, Admiral Bell, not to leave us; for my sake remain here, for to you I can speak freely and with confidence, of Charles, when probably I can do so to no one else. You knew him well and have a confidence in him, which no one else can aspire to. I pray you, therefore, to stay with us.” “Only on one condition,” said the admiral. “Name it—name it! “You think of letting the Hall?” “Yes, yes.” “Let me have it, then, and let me pay a few years in advance. If you don’t, I’m d—d if I stay another night in the place. You must give me immediate possession, too, and stay here as my guests until you suit yourselves elsewhere. Those are my terms and conditions. Say yes, and all’s right; say no, and I’m off like a round shot from a carronade. D—me, that’s the thing, Jack, isn’t it?” “Ay, ay, sir.” There was a silence of some few moments after this extraordinary offer had been made, and then they spoke, saying,— “Admiral Bell, your generous offer, and the feelings which dictated it, are by far too transparent for us to affect not to understand them. Your actions, Admiral——” “Oh, bother my actions! what are they to you? Come, now, I consider myself master of the house, d—n you! I invite you all to dinner, or supper, or to whatever meal comes next. Mrs. Bannerworth, will you oblige me, as I’m an old fool in family affairs, by buying what’s wanted for me and my guests? There’s the money, ma’am. Come along, Jack, we’ll take a look over our new house. What do you think of it?” “Wants some sheathing, sir, here and there.” “Very like; but, however, it will do well enough for us; we’re in port, you know. Come along.” “Ay, ay, sir.” And off went the admiral and Jack, after leaving a twenty pound note in Mrs. Bannerworth’s lap. CHAPTER XXXVII. SIR FRANCIS VARNEY’S SEPARATE OPPONENTS.—THE INTERPOSITION OF FLORA. The old admiral so completely overcame the family of the Bannerworths by his generosity and evident single-mindedness of his behaviour, that although not one, except Flora, approved of his conduct towards Mr. Marchdale, yet they could not help liking him; and had they been placed in a position to choose which of the two they would have had remain with them, the admiral or Marchdale, there can be no question they would have made choice of the former. Still, however, it was not pleasant to find a man like Marchdale virtually driven from the house, because he presumed to differ in opinion upon a very doubtful matter with another of its inmates. But as it was the nature of the Bannerworth family always to incline to the most generous view of subjects, the frank, hearty confidence of the old admiral in Charles Holland pleased them better than the calm and serious doubting of Marchdale.