“Thirty five years old to-day. Half my life gone, and I am still a dependent on my uncle’s bounty. Suppose he should throw me off—leave me out in the cold—where should I be? If he should find the boy—but no, there is no chance of that. I have taken good care of that. By the way, I must look him up soon—cautiously, of course—and see what has become of him. He will grow up a laborer or mechanic and die without a knowledge of his birth, while I fill his place and enjoy his inheritance.”
At six o’clock the vessel reached the Quarantine. Most of the passengers decided to remain on board one night more, but John Wade was impatient, and, leaving his trunks, obtained a small boat, and soon touched the shore.
It was nearly eight when John Wade landed in the city. It was half-past eight when he stood on the steps of his uncle’s residence and rang the bell.
“Is my uncle is Mr. Wharton—at home?” he asked of the servant who answered the bell.
“Yes, sir.”
“I am his nephew, just arrived from Europe. Let him know that I am here, and would like to see him.”
The servant, who had never before seen him, having only been six months in the house, regarded him with a great deal of curiosity, and then went to do his biding.
“My nephew arrived!” exclaimed Mr. Wharton, in surprise. “Why, he never let me know he was coming.”
“Will you see him, sir?”
“To be sure! Bring him in at once.”