"Was he a free mason?"
"Yes, sir."
"Can you describe how he looked then?"
"He was about thirty-five years of age, a little above middle height, with a broad forehead, over which fine brown hair fell in careless folds; he wore his beard and mustache long, the beard extending in a point two or three inches below the throat. His eyes were brown, large and full of expression while in conversation. He was brave, noble, and all that goes to make up a grand man."
"And your wife, can you describe her?"
"She was an exact counterpart of your daughter."
Captain Lane rose and with considerable emotion grasped the hand of St. Mark, and said:
"My daughter is your daughter."
Then came the serious task of breaking the intelligence to Morgianna.
It was done deliberately and quietly, without any sensational scene. Yet her joy at discovering her father increased her happiness almost to overflowing. "I am more blest than most girls," she declared. "I have two fathers, and while I will learn to love my new father, I will not forget to love my old father."