Meanwhile Marion had gone up to Jack's room and knocked on the door. At first there was no answer, and the girl knocked again.
"Who is it?" came in a half-choked voice.
"It is I, Marion. Can't I come in?"
"Yes," answered Jack, and Marion entered the room and sat down beside our hero on the bed.
"Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry for you!" was all she could say.
"Marion, do you honestly think that man is my father?" he questioned anxiously.
"I don't know what to say, Jack. It's all so strange."
"If he was my father it seems to me I ought to feel differently toward him."
"Perhaps it's the shock, Jack."
"No, it isn't. I could never love that man as a son ought to love his father," went on our hero impetuously.