"How he has altered, sir, only to think," continued the servant; "why,
when he went away from Bramble Park, sir, he wasn't much more than nine
years old."

"Yes. I remember, I remember, Leonard," replied his master, hurriedly,
while he walked the apartment with quick, irregular steps. "I remember
only too well."

This was indeed that elder brother who had, when a boy, so oppressed, so
worried, and rendered miserable his brother Charles, as to cause him in
a fit of desperation to stray away from home, whither he knew not. His
parents saw now--alas! too late--their fatal error; but the boy was
gone, no tidings could be had of him, and they believed him dead. The
honest tar, whose yarn the attentive reader will remember, as given on
the deck of the "Sea Witch," spoke truly of his commander. He had, years
before, strayed alongside a vessel, as has been related, from whence he
hardly knew himself, or was afraid to say. Hunger and neglect even then
had greatly changed him, and he shipped, as has been related. The fall
he got at sea threw a cloud over his brain as to past recollections up
to that time, and here if the wish ever possessed him as to returning to
his early home, he knew naught of it.

When he heard the voice of Leonard Hust in the court, it seemed to
strike upon some string in memory's harp, which vibrated to old familiar
recollections, and the more he heard him speak the more the sensation
came over him which led to the demonstrations which we have already
witnessed. And yet he could not recall aught that would serve him as a
clue--the early injury to his brain seemed to have obliterated the
connecting links that memory could not supply. The reason, probably, why