to the hour when he had left his home at Bramble Park.

As he went on relating these things, in the same old natural voice that
he had poured into the same ears from their infancy, until nearly ten
years had passed, a long-closed vein of memory seemed gradually to open
in the prisoner's brain; he covered his face with his hands, and for a
few moments seemed lost in connecting the various threads of the past,
until gradually it all came plainly and clearly back to him. His memory
had again by these hints become completely restored, he was himself
again!

"Leonard, Leonard, I see all, remember all," he said, while a tear, a
man's tear, wet for a single moment his bronzed cheek.

"I am rejoiced, sir, to hear it, I am sure," said the other.

"But, Leonard, where is my brother, and why is it necessary to remove
these badges of shame by stealth? Tell me, where is Robert?"

"Alas, sir, you must remember that he never held a brother's regard for
you; it was that very thing which drove you from us when you were a wee
bit of a boy."

"True, true; but he must see the hand of Providence in all this, and I
know he will give me his hand, and we will forgive each other and forget
the past."

"Alas! sir, I always befriended you at home, when master Robert had set
both the old folk against you, and I would do so now; but as to him,
sir, I am sorry to say it, but he's a bad man, and he makes all those