“Oh, I have one or two little plans.  I’ll have some news for the boy.  Why, hang it, Walker man, I may be a bit stiff in the joints, but you’ll be my witness that I can do my twelve miles under the three hours.  What then?  My eyes are as good as ever except just for the newspaper.  My head is clear.  I’m three-and-sixty, but I’m as good a man as ever I was—­too good a man to lie up for another ten years.  I’d be the better for a smack of the salt water again, and a whiff of the breeze.  Tut, mother, it’s not a four years’ cruise this time.  I’ll be back every month or two.  It’s no more than if I went for a visit in the country.”  He was talking boisterously, and heaping his sea-boots and sextants back into his chest.

“And you really think, my dear friend, of hoisting your pennant again?”

“My pennant, Walker?  No, no.  Her Majesty, God bless her, has too many young men to need an old hulk like me.  I should be plain Mr. Hay Denver, of the merchant service.  I daresay that I might find some owner who would give me a chance as second or third officer.  It will be strange to me to feel the rails of the bridge under my fingers once more.”

“Tut! tut! this will never do, this will never do, Admiral!” The Doctor sat down by Mrs. Hay Denver and patted her hand in token of friendly sympathy.  “We must wait until your son has had it out with all these people, and then we shall know what damage is done, and how best to set it right.  It will be time enough then to begin to muster our resources to meet it.”

“Our resources!” The Admiral laughed.  “There’s the pension.  I’m afraid, Walker, that our resources won’t need much mustering.”

“Oh, come, there are some which you may not have thought of.  For example, Admiral, I had always intended that my girl should have five thousand from me when she married.  Of course your boy’s trouble is her trouble, and the money cannot be spent better than in helping to set it right.  She has a little of her own which she wished to contribute, but I thought it best to work it this way.  Will you take the cheque, Mrs. Denver, and I think it would be best if you said nothing to Harold about it, and just used it as the occasion served?”

“God bless you, Walker, you are a true friend.  I won’t forget this, Walker.”  The Admiral sat down on his sea chest and mopped his brow with his red handkerchief.

“What is it to me whether you have it now or then?  It may be more useful now.  There’s only one stipulation.  If things should come to the worst, and if the business should prove so bad that nothing can set it right, then hold back this cheque, for there is no use in pouring water into a broken basin, and if the lad should fall, he will want something to pick himself up again with.”

“He shall not fall, Walker, and you shall not have occasion to be ashamed of the family into which your daughter is about to marry.  I have my own plan.  But we shall hold your money, my friend, and it will strengthen us to feel that it is there.”