"Have you relations at Westerbury, sir? Was your mother's name Hughes?"
"Yes," he said, looking very much surprised. "Both my father and mother were from Westerbury. I have a grandfather, I believe, living there still. My mother is dead."
"How very strange!" she exclaimed. "Can you come in this evening to us at the hotel for half-an-hour?"
"I would, with pleasure, but I leave Grenoble this afternoon," was the young clergyman's answer. "Can I do anything for you in London?"
"Nothing," said Mrs. Dundyke. "But my husband has given you our address; and if you will call and see us when we get home——"
"And you'll meet with a hearty welcome, sir," interrupted the common-councilman, shaking his hand heartily. "I'm more indebted to you this day than I care to speak."
Mrs. Dundyke watched him out of the yard. He might be about four-and-twenty; and was of middle height and slightly made, and he walked away coughing, with his hand upon his chest.
"David," she said to her husband, "I do think he must be a relative of yours! The Hughes's of Westerbury were related in some way to your mother."
"I'm sure I don't know," said David Dundyke. "I think I have heard her talk about them, but I am not sure. Any way I'm obliged to him; and mind, Betsey, if he does come to see us in London, I'll give him a right good dinner."
Ah, how little! how little do we foresee even a week or two before us! Never in this world would those two meet again.