"That is the right way to look at the thing," said the larger-bodied

Admiral; "and I only wish Twemlow could have heard you. I asked him to

dine with us yesterday, as you know, because you would have done him so

much good; but he sent some trumpery excuse, although his wife was asked

to come with him. She stopped him, no doubt; to look big, I dare say; as

if they could dine with a Lord Nelson every day!"

"They can do that every day, when they dine with a man who has done his

duty. But where is my pretty godchild Dolly? Horatia seems too long for

you. What a long name they gave me! It may have done very well for my

granduncle. But, my dear Lingo, look sharp for your Dolly. She has no

mother, nor even a duenna--she has turned her off, she said yesterday.

Your daughter Faith is an angel, but Dolly--"

"My Dolly is a little devil, I suppose! You always found out everything.

What have you found my Dolly at? Perhaps she got it at her baptism." A

word against his pet child was steel upon flint to Admiral Darling.

"I am not concerned with your opinion," Lord Nelson answered, loftily.

"But Horatia Dorothy Darling is my godchild by baptism, and you will

find her down in my will for a thousand pounds, if she behaves well,

and if it should please the Lord to send me some of the prize-money I

deserve."

This was announced in such a manner, with the future testator's useful

eye bearing brightly on his comrade, and his cocked hat lifted as he

spoke of the great Awarder of prizes, that no one able to smile could

help a friendly and simple smile at him. So Admiral Darling forgot his

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