“I am very glad you asked him here,” he said. “Yes; he was able to convince me of his identity.”
“So you remembered his father’s name after all,” said Amber.
“Yes—oh, yes. I remembered his father’s name.”
“It was the story that brought it back to you?”
“Yes—that singular story.”
“You were able to tell him the names of the people—the names that he was so anxious to find out?”
“Oh, yes; I was able to—to satisfy him on this point. By the way, he and Josephine had some chat together in the garden—I could see them from my window.”
Amber shook her head and then said:
“Poor fellow!”
“Why poor fellow, pray?” asked her father raising his eyebrows.