138 MEMOIRS OF JOSEPH GEIMAIOT.
He turned, and gazed at him again. He had opened his
shirt, and was pointing to a sear upon his breast, the sight of
which at once assured him that it was no other than Ms brother
who stood before- him,—his only brother, who had disappeared
under the circumstances narrated in an earlier part of these
They were naturally much affected by this meeting,- especially
the elder brother, who had been so suddenly summoned into the
presence of the near relative whom long ago he had given up
for lost. They embraced again and again, and gave vent to
their feelings in tears.
" Come up stairs," said Q-rimaldi, as soon as the first surprise
was over; "Mr. "Wroughton is there—Mr. Wroughton, who
was the means of your going to sea,—he'll be delighted to see
you." The brothers were hurrying away, when the friend,
whose presence they had quite forgotten in their emotion, said,
" "Well, John, then I'll wish you good night!"
"Good night! good night!" said the other, shaking his
hand; " I shall see you in the morning."
" Yes," replied the friend;, " at ten, mind !"
" At ten precisely: 1 shall not forget," answered John.
The friend, to whom he had not introduced his* brother in any
way, departed; and they went upon the stage together,
where Grimaldi introduced his brother to Powell, Bannister,
"Wroughton, and many others in the green-room, who, attracted
by the singularity of his return under such circumstances, had
collected round them.
Having his stage business to attend to, he had very little
time for conversation \. but of course he availed himself of every
moment that he could spare off the stage, and in answer to his
inquiries, his brother assured him that Ms trip had been
"At this moment," he said, slapping Ms breast-pocket, "I
have six hundred pounds here/'had spoken first said, in rather a tremulous voice,