"And what are you?" said Mr. Morton, recovering his English courage, and feeling himself strangely browbeaten in his own house;--"What and who are you, that you thus take the liberty to catechise a man of my character and respectability?" "Twice mayor--" began Mrs. Morton. "Hush, mother!" whispered Miss Margaret,--"don't work him up." "I repeat, sir, what are you?" "What am I?--your nephew! Who am I? Before men, I bear a name that I have assumed, and not dishonoured--before Heaven I am Philip Beaufort!" Mrs. Morton dropped down upon her stool. Margaret murmured "My cousin!" in a tone that the ear of the musical coal-merchant might not have greatly relished. And Mr. Morton, after a long pause, came up with a frank and manly expression of joy, and said:-- "Then, sir, I thank Heaven, from my heart, that one of my sister's children stands alive before me!" "And now, again, I--I whom you accuse of having corrupted and ruined him --him for whom I toiled and worked--him, who was to me, then, as a last surviving son to some anxious father--I, from whom he was reft and robbed --I ask you again for Sidney--for my brother!" "And again, I say, that I have no information to give you--that--Stay a moment-stay. You must pardon what I have said of you before you made yourself known. I went but by the accounts I had received from Mr. Beaufort. Let, me speak plainly; that gentleman thought, right or wrong, that it would be a great thing to separate your brother from you. He may have found him--it must be so--and kept his name and condition concealed from us all, lest you should detect it. Mrs. M., don't you think so?" "I'm sure I'm so terrified I don't know what to think," said Mrs. Morton, putting her hand to her forehead, and see-sawing herself to and fro upon her stool. "But since they wronged you--since you--you seem so very--very--" "Very much the gentleman," suggested Miss Margaret. "Yes, so much the gentleman;--well off, too, I should hope, sir,"--and the experienced eye of Mr. Morton glanced at the costly sables that lined the pelisse,-- "there can be no difficulty in your learning from Mr. Beaufort all that you wish to know. And pray, sir, may I ask, did you send any one here to-day to make the very inquiry you have made?" "I?--No. What do you mean?" "Well, well--sit down--there may be something in all this that you may make out better than I can." And as Philip obeyed, Mr. Morton, who was really and honestly rejoiced to see his sister's son alive and apparently thriving, proceeded to relate pretty exactly the conversation he had held with the previous visitor. Philip listened earnestly and with attention. Who could this questioner be? Some one who knew his birth--some one who sought him out?--some one, who--Good Heavens! could it be the long-lost witness of the marriage?