ANOTHER DISCOVERY MADE BY BUTTONS.
On the evening after this adventure the Don turned the conversation
into a new channel. They all grew communicative. Buttons told them
that his father was an extensive merchant and ship-owner in Boston.
His business extended over many parts of the world. He thought he
might have done something in Cadiz.
"Your father a ship-owner in Boston! I thought you belonged to New
York," said the Don, in surprise.
"Oh," said Buttons, "I said I came from there. The fact is, I lived
there four years at college, and will live there when I return."
"And your father lives in Boston," said the Don, with an interest
that surprised Buttons.
"Yes."
"Is his name Hiram Buttons?"
"Yes," cried Buttons, eagerly. "How do you know?"
"My dear Sir," cried the Don, "Hiram Buttons and I are not only
old business correspondents, but I hope I can add personal friends."
The Don rose and grasped Buttons cordially by the hand. The young man
was overcome by surprise, delight, and triumph.
"I liked you from the first," said the Don. "You bear your character
in your face. I was happy to receive you into our society. But now I
feel a still higher pleasure, for I find you are the son of a man
for whom I assure you I entertain an infinite respect."
The sisters were evidently delighted at the scene. As to Buttons, he
was overcome.
Thus far he often felt delicacy about his position among them, and
fears of intruding occasionally interfered with his enjoyment. His
footing now was totally different; and the most punctilious Spaniard
could find no fault with his continued intimacy.
"Hurrah for that abominable old office, and that horrible business to
which the old gentleman tried to bring me! It has turned out the best
thing for me. What a capital idea it was for the governor to trade
with Cadiz!"
Such were the thoughts of Buttons as he went home.