"He says his name is Mark, but for his last name he had adopted a different one, or I should have made the discovery sooner."
"How did he make a living before you found him? Poor boy!" said Mr. Bates, sighing, "I fear he must have suffered many privations."
"He was selling matches for some time,—what we call a match boy. He had suffered hardships, but I leave him to tell you his story himself."
"How does he feel about meeting me?" asked Mr. Bates.
"You are a stranger to him, and he naturally feels a little timid, but he will soon be reassured when he gets acquainted with you."
Mark had already arrived. As they entered the room, Mr. Bates said with emotion, "Is that he?"
"Yes, sir."
"Come here, Mark," he said, in a tone which took away Mark's apprehension. "Do you know who I am?"
"Are you my grandfather?"