"Marion!" he said, and he could say no more.

But presently he pointed towards the photograph.
She nodded her head.

"Yes, it is your child, Frank.

Though, of course, you don't deserve it....

Frank dear," she added, "I am glad--we shall all be glad-to have you back; but you are a wicked man." She felt she must say that.
Now he only nodded, and still looked at the portrait.