On returning to the parlor after supper she seated herself close to her uncle, upon whom she lavished so many caresses that he wondered much what had come over her, and began to think that he was mistaken in supposing her to be cold-hearted and indifferent to him. As he looked at her beautiful, animated face, and the sparkling brilliancy of her eyes, he felt a moment's vanity in thinking how proud he would be to introduce her as his niece among the fashionables of New Orleans.
During the evening Mr. Ashton called. He had heard of the arrival of a Mr. Middleton from the Indies, and he had his own particular reason for wishing to see him. Soon after entering the room, he addressed Mr. Middleton, saying, "Were you in Calcutta twelve years ago?"
"Yes, sir; I was there twenty years ago," answered Mr. Middleton.
"Do you remember transacting business with the captain of the English vessel 'Delphine'?"
Mr. Middleton thought a moment and then answered, "Yes, I remember that vessel and its captain well."
"And do you remember a poor cabin boy, who was sick and worn out with the ship fever?" continued Mr. Ashton.
"Oh, yes, yes; I remember him well," said Mr. Middleton. "I had him removed to my own house, and nursed him until [pg 141] he was nearly well; and then, he one night ran away from me. I have never heard from him since; but there was an American vessel anchored near the shore, and I always supposed he went on board and sailed for home. I would give much to know what became of him."
"He stands before you," said Mr. Ashton, rising and grasping Mr. Middleton's hand. "He is here to thank you for your kindness, and is both able and willing to repay you for the care you took of him who was alone and friendless in a distant land."
"Can it be," said Mr. Middleton, with much emotion, "that you really are Henry Ashton? I should never have recognized you."
"I presume not," answered Ashton. "Twelve years have transformed the pale, emaciated youth into the tall, full-grown man. But I should have known you anywhere."