That boy--Randall Leicester's son--was George Leicester--the man who calls himself Letcher.
Randall Leicester lived long enough to have his heart broken by him.
He started in the Navy, with plenty of pocket-money, and better prospects; for Sir Charles turned all his affection over to him and meant to make him his heir.

But--if you knew George Leicester, gentlemen, as I do! That man has a devil in him; and the devil showed himself early.

First there was an ugly story about a woman--a planter's wife in one of the West India islands, where he was serving under Abercromby--Santa Lucia, I think, or it may have been St.
Vincent.

They say that after getting her to run with him, he left her stranded and bolted back to the ship with his pockets full of her jewels.

On top of that came a bad business at Naples--an affair of cards--which cost him his uniform.