"His name is Paul Morton. He is a merchant, I believe."
"Paul Morton!" repeated Major Woodley, in surprise. "Is he your guardian?"
"Yes, sir."
"How long has he been?"
"Only a few weeks. My father was an early friend of his, and he died in his house. He left me to the charge of Mr. Morton."
"What was your father's name?" asked Major Woodley, quickly.
"Ralph Raymond."
"Was he an India merchant?"
"Yes, sir. Did you know him?" asked Robert, eagerly.
"Intimately. I passed some time in India, and there I made your father's acquaintance. I valued him for his high honor, and excellent qualities, and I am truly glad to have met his son. I did not know of his death. But of that and other things you must inform me at the hotel. You need not trouble yourself about want of money. Go with me, and I will see you safely in New York."