"Oh, don't talk such nonsense! What was your father's name?"
"Jacob, my father was Jacob, the son of Isaac."
"No, he wasn't," replied the man. "Try and think if your father didn't have another name than Jacob."
The poor fellow for a moment puzzled his brain and then said slowly:
"No, it could not be otherwise. Joseph was the son of Jacob, and Jacob the son of Isaac, and Isaac the son of Abraham; so you see my father must have been Jacob. Joseph was sold into bondage and carried into Egypt, and I am Joseph, so my father must have been Jacob."
"Can't you recollect that your father had another name?"
"No, he never had any other name but Jacob, the son of Isaac."
"Your father's name was Henry," said the man. "Now don't you remember that his Christian name was Henry?"
The moonlight fell full on Joe's troubled face, and Irene thought she could discover a strange expression cross it, as though a stream of memory's sunshine had suddenly been let in on his long clouded mind, but a moment after it was passed, and he said: