He was unable to conceal his feelings, but sat silently gazing at the spectacle before him.

At length he turned to Mrs.Baynton, and more by his looks and gestures than by words, besought her for an explanation of the scene.
He seized the hand of the girl, who, in her turn, was surprised by his behaviour, and drawing her forward, said in an eager and faultering tone, Who is she?
whence does she come?
what is her name?
The answers that were given only increased the confusion of his thoughts.

He was successively told, that she was the daughter of one whose name was Louisa Conway, who arrived among us at such a time, who sedulously concealed her parentage, and the motives of her flight, whose incurable griefs had finally destroyed her, and who had left this child under the protection of her friends.

Having heard the tale, he melted into tears, eagerly clasped the young lady in his arms, and called himself her father.

When the tumults excited in his breast by this unlooked-for meeting were somewhat subsided, he gratified our curiosity by relating the following incidents.
"Miss Conway was the only daughter of a banker in London, who discharged towards her every duty of an affectionate father.