"Now, sir, your pleasure?" said Mr Forster.
"I must introduce myself," replied Newton: "I am your nephew, Newton
Forster."
"Humph! where's your documents in proof of your assertion?"
"I did not consider that anything further than my word was necessary. I am the son of your brother, Nicholas Forster, who resided many years at Overton."
"I never heard of Overton: Nicholas I recollect to have been the name of my third brother; but it is upwards of thirty years since I have seen or heard of him. I did not know whether he was alive or dead. Well, for the sake of argument, we'll allow that you are my nephew;—what then?"
Newton coloured up at this peculiar reception. "What then, uncle?—why I did hope that you would have been glad to have seen me; but as you appear to be otherwise, I will wish you good morning;"—and Newton moved towards the door.
"Stop, young man; I presume that you did not come for nothing! Before you go, tell me what you came for."
"To tell you the truth," replied Newton with emotion, "it was to ask your assistance, and your advice; but—"
"But jumping up in a huff is not the way to obtain either. Sit down on that chair, and tell me what you came for."
"To request you would interest yourself in behalf of my father and myself; we are both out of employ, and require your assistance."