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.'

'And he has found his brother, Jonathan; his twin-brother!'

'Yes--sir.'

'His brother Francis--that was supposed to be lost! But it's a long
story, Jonathan!--and a very wonderful one!--his poor mother has long
been dead!'

'_In coelo quies!_' said Jonathan, casting up his eyes.

'But his brother has turned up again.'

'_Resurgam!_' said the butler.

'They will be here in ten days--so let everything be in readiness,
Jonathan. God bless my soul!' continued the old gentleman, 'I hardly
know what I'm about. It's a Spanish girl, Jonathan!'

[Illustration: 'Resurgam!' _said the butler._]

'What is, sir?'

'What is, sir!--why, Captain Templemore's wife; and he was tried as a
pirate!'

'Who, sir?'

'Who, sir? why, Francis, his brother! Jonathan, you're a stupid old
fellow!'

'Have you any further commands, sir?'

'No--no!--there--that'll do--go away.'

And in three weeks after this conversation, Captain and Mrs. Templemore,
and his brother Frank, were established in the house, to the great
delight of Mr. Witherington; for he had long been tired of solitude and
old Jonathan.

The twin-brothers were a comfort to him in his old age: they closed his
eyes in pe