at present, I shall only tell you what he is not; for you think him only
the son of Andrew Twyford."

"And is he not?" said John.

"No, but his wife nursed him, and he passed for her son."

"And does old Twyford know it, sir?"

"He does, and will bear witness to it; but he is the son of a near
friend of mine, of quality superior to my own, and as such you must
serve and respect him."

"I shall, to be sure, sir; but what name shall I call him?"

"You shall know that hereafter; in the mean time bring a light, and wait
on us to the other parlour."

When John was withdrawn, Sir Philip said, "That is a point to be
considered and determined immediately; It is proper that you should
assume a name till you can take that of your father; for I choose you
should drop that of your foster-father; and I would have you be called
by one that is respectable."

"In that, and every other point, I will be wholly governed by you, sir,"
said Edmund.

"Well then, I will give you the name of Seagrave; I shall say that you
are a relation of my own; and my mother was really of that family."

John soon returned, and attended them into the other parlour; Sir Philip
entered, with Edmund in his hand.

"My friends," said he, "this gentleman is Mr. Edward Seagrave, the
son of a dear friend and relation of mine. He was lost in his infancy,
brought up by a good woman out of pure humanity, and is but lately
restored to his own family. The circumstances shall be made known
hereafter; In the meantime, I have taken him under my care and
protection, and will use all my power and interest to see him restored
to his fortune, which is enjoyed by the usurper who was the cause of his
expulsion, and the death of his parents. Receive him as my relation,
and friend; Zadisky, do you embrace him first. Edmund, you and this
gentleman must love each other for my sake; hereafter you will do it for
your own.["] They all rose; each embraced and congratulated the young
man.

Zadisky said, "Sir, whatever griefs and misfortunes you may have
endured, you may reckon them at an end, from the hour you are beloved
and protected by Sir Philip Harclay."

"I firmly believe it, sir," replied Edmund; "and my heart enjoys,
already, more happiness than I ever yet felt, and promises me all that I
can wish in future; his friendship is the earnest Heaven gives me of its
blessings hereafter."

They sat down to supper with mutual cheerfulness; and Edmund enjoyed the
repa