was the claimant to a title and handsome estate. Owen
maintained his usual demeanour, and endeavoured to think as little about
the subject as possible. Should he be disappointed he would place
himself under Mr Fluke again and return to the counting-house, or
remain in the service, trusting to his own good conduct to make his way
in it, which he hoped to do, although he had lost the promised patronage
of Captain Stanhope.

The "Kestrel" met with much heavy weather. She encountered a gale off
the Cape, and another in the Bay of Biscay, when she was "hove to" for
several days. The voyage home thus occupied a much longer time than
usual. At last, however, the white cliffs of old England were sighted,
to the joy of all on board. As she had been fitted out at Portsmouth,
she returned to that port, where she was immediately paid off.

Mike's mother was living at Gosport, and he took Nat to stay with him
until they should get another ship, as both had made up their minds to
remain in the navy. Owen having obtained from Nat his grandmother's
address, thoughtfully wrote to tell her of her grandson's safety,
promising, as soon as he had the means, to send him down to see her.
Mike promised not to go to sea again without communicating with Owen.

Mr Leigh and Langton accompanied Owen up to town, where they intended
to remain for some time. Leaving them at the lodgings they had taken,
he set off to Wapping. He arrived at Messrs. Kelson, Fluke and
Company's office a short time before the usual closing hour. Owen still
wore his midshipman's uniform. During the three years he had been
absent he had grown into a tall young man, his handsome countenance well
bronzed by tropical suns. He stood at the entrance for some seconds
without advancing. No one seemed to know him. Looking round he saw
many of the old familiar faces still there.

Mr Tarwig was at his desk. Several of the clerks glanced up at him,
but supposing that he was a stranger, went on with their work. He
advanced to where the head clerk was sitting, and putting out his hand--

"I suspect you do not know me, sir?" he said.

"What is your business?" asked Mr Tarwig, putting the usual question to
a stranger.

"I have come to see Mr Fluke, and to resume my duties in this office if
he wishes it," answered Owen.

Mr Tarwig opened his eyes wider than he had ever opened them before.
Then starting up, in his eagerness kicking over his stool, and very
nearly to