At last, the old woman and the niece came in,--the latter with a head not easily distinguishable from her dusty broom,--and testified surprise at sight of me and the fire. To whom I imparted how my uncle had come in the night and was then asleep, and how the breakfast preparations were to be modified accordingly. Then I washed and dressed while they knocked the furniture about and made a dust; and so, in a sort of dream or sleep-waking, I found myself sitting by the fire again, waiting for-Him--to come to breakfast.

     By and by, his door opened and he came out. I could not bring myself to bear the sight of him, and I thought he had a worse look by daylight.

     "I do not even know," said I, speaking low as he took his seat at the table, "by what name to call you. I have given out that you are my uncle."

     "That's it, dear boy! Call me uncle."

     "You assumed some name, I suppose, on board ship?"

     "Yes, dear boy. I took the name of Provis."

     "Do you mean to keep that name?"

     "Why, yes, dear boy, it's as good as another,--unless you'd like another."

     "What is your real name?" I asked him in a whisper.