said I, speaking low as he took his seat at the table, “by what name to call you. I have given out that you are my uncle.”

“That's it, dear boy! Call me uncle.”

“You assumed some name, I suppose, on board ship?”

“Yes, dear boy.

I took the name of Provis.”

“Do you mean to keep that name?”

“Why, yes, dear boy, it's as good as another, — unless you'd like another.”

“What is your real name?” I asked him in a whisper.

“Magwitch,” he answered, in the same tone; “chrisen'd Abel.”