“Mr. Waldo. He told Mr. Badger so.”
“He told a falsehood, then. You have a father, and as soon as you are well enough I’ll take you to him.”
“Will he be kind to me?”
“Do not fear. For years he has grieved for you, supposing you dead. Once restored to him, you will have everything to make you happy. Your father is a rich man, and you won’t be overworked again.”
“What is my father’s name?” asked Julian.
“His name is Gilbert Huet.”
“Huet! Yes, that’s the name!” exclaimed Julian eagerly. “I remember it now. My name used to be Julian Huet, but Mr. Waldo was always angry whenever any one called me by that name, and so he changed it to Bill Benton.”
“He must be a great scoundrel,” said Robert. “Now, Julian, I will tell you my plan. I don’t believe there is anything the matter with you except the want of rest and good food. You shall have both. You also want some new clothes.”
“Yes,” said Julian, looking at the ragged suit which now hung over a chair. “I should like some new clothes.”
A doctor was called, who confirmed Robert’s opinion.