"Just so," was the quiet response. "You did not know you had company, did you, my boy?"
And then there had been such eager grasping of hands, and such lighting up of faces, as evinced the satisfaction of both parties at meeting. For this was Harry Matthews' favorite uncle, and he must lately have come from the home where Harry's mother waited for him.
Of course there was a high-tide of question and answer at once. It was not until an hour afterward that Harry reached the subject of which he had instantly thought, on seeing his uncle.
"Uncle Harold, didn't you know the Benedicts?"
"What Benedicts?"
"Why, the Boston ones. Sydney L. He failed, and died, less than a year ago, don't you remember?"
"I remember. I knew him well. I met him abroad."
"And didn't you know his daughter?"
"I knew that he had a daughter, and, in fact, I think I saw her once; but we were not acquainted."