Then Hawkins said: "It seems to me that if we mixed the three ramifications together--" The earl grasped him by the hand and shook it gratefully.
"It solves the whole problem," he said.

"One ship, one funeral, one grave, one monument--it is admirably conceived.

It does you honor, Major Hawkins, it has relieved me of a most painful embarrassment and distress, and it will save that poor stricken old father much suffering.

Yes, he shall go over in one basket." "When ?" asked the wife.
"To-morrow-immediately, of course." "I would wait, Mulberry." "Wait?
Why ?" "You don't want to break that childless old man's heart." "God knows I don't!" "Then wait till he sends for his son's remains.

If you do that, you will never have to give him the last and sharpest pain a parent can know-- I mean, the certainty that his son is dead.