You were once a married man, and the lady you married was a native of this port." "Thank you, my lord; I was aware of the fact." "You left her." "I did." "And in your absence she bore you a son." "I have since heard a rumour to that effect," said Captain Salt coldly.
"Cherish that son, for his worth to you is inestimable.

He lies, at this moment, on board the _Good Intent_--I regret to say in irons.
His Majesty enlisted him this afternoon, somewhat against his will, and he began very unluckily by kicking his superior officer from one end of the frigate to the other.

It was the natural ebullition of youth, and the sergeant was a Dutchman.

Therefore in this letter I have pardoned him.

Take it--a boat is waiting for you--and convey it to his captain.