"My poor uncle intimates himself that his mind is a little shaken.

Under such circumstances, it would be cruel to let him injure himself with business." "It cannot be done _legally_, Mr.Thomas--I should think Admiral Oakes would interfere to prevent it." "Rotherham," continued the patient, "I will--settle with--world; then, give--thoughts--to God.

Have we--guests--the house ?--Men of family--character ?" "Certainly, Sir Wycherly; Admiral Oakes is in the room, even; and Admiral Bluewater, is, I believe, still in the house.

You invited both to pass the night with you." "I remember it--now; my mind--still--confused,"-- here Tom Wychecombe again nudged the master--"Sir Gervaise Oakes--an Admiral--ancient baronet--man of high honour.

Admiral Bluewater, too--relative--Lord Bluewater; gentleman--universal esteem.