therefore, Mark abruptly turned from him with such strange language
on his tongue, Mr. Lofton's anger cooled, and he felt that he had
suffered himself to be misled by a hasty judgment. That no evil had
been in the young man's mind he was sure. It was this change that
had prompted him to make an effort to recall him. But, the effort
was fruitless.

On Jenny's return home, after her last interview with Mark, she
found a servant there with a summons from Mr. Lofton. With much
reluctance she repaired to the mansion house. On meeting with the
old gentleman he received her in a kind but subdued manner; but, as
for Jenny herself, she stood in his presence weeping and trembling.

"Jenny," said Mr. Lofton, after the girl had grown more composed,
"when did you first meet my grandson?"

Jenny mentioned the accidental meeting on the day before, and the
call at the cottage in the morning.

"And you saw him first only yesterday?"

"Yes."

"What did he say when he called this morning?"

"He asked for my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. I told him that my mother was dead, and that I lived with Mrs.