Capt. Jordan was standing close by. Looking at him, she exclaimed:
"Shall I tell him?"
"Yes," was the laconic reply.
"He is my husband—the man I loved before I met Smithers, whom I married, thinking my first love dead."
A new light now burst upon Tommy.
"He your husband, mamma?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, my dear, and your father," she said.
Now Tommy knew why the face had haunted him so.
Capt. Jordan was no other than the man Thompson, who had taken him from Jersey City, and so nearly got him into trouble in New York.
"Do you love him, mamma?" he asked.