My uncle Charles is enshrined in her memory too fondly for time to efface it." Tears rose to Mordaunt's eager eyes at these words; he turned aside a moment to conceal his agitation, then asked if Sir George Wilmot ever spoke of Manvers.

Animatedly Edward related the old Admiral's agitation the first night he had seen him at Oakwood; how feelingly he had spoken of one, whom he said he had ever regarded as the adopted son of his affections, the darling of his childless years, his gallant, merry Charles.

Mordaunt twined his arm in Edward's, and looked up in his face, as if to thank him for the consolation his words imparted.

Again was there an expression in his countenance, which sent a thrill to the young man's heart, but vainly he tried to discover wherefore.
We may here perhaps relate in a very few words Mordaunt's tale of suffering, which he imparted at different times to Edward.

The wreck of the vessel to which he belonged had cast him, with one or two others of his hapless companions, on the coast of Morocco and Algiers.