“What does he mean, thus to entice away my innocent child?” said Mrs. Lee, equally excited.  “Oh, Mr. Lofton! for goodness’ sake, send him back to New York!  If he remain here a day longer, all may be lost!  Jenny is bewitched with him.  She cried as if her heart would break when I took her back home, and said that I had done wrong to Mark in what I had said to him.”

“Weak and foolish child!  How little does she know of the world—­how little of the subtle human heart!  Yes—­yes, Mrs. Lee, Mark shall go back at once.  He shall not remain here a day longer to breathe his blighting breath on so sweet a flower.  Jenny is too good a girl to be exposed to such an influence.”

The mind of Mr. Lofton remained excited for hours after this interview; and when Mark appeared, he met him as has already been seen.  The manner in which the young man received the angry words of his grandfather, was a little different from what had been anticipated.  Mr. Lofton expected some explanation by which he could understand more clearly what was in the young man’s thoughts.  When, 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. Lee.  He then wanted to see her; but I said that she had gone over to your house.”

“What did he say then?”

“He spoke of you, and said you were a good man, and that we no doubt found you a good landlord.  I had mentioned that you owned our cottage.”

Mr. Lofton appeared affected at this.

“What then?” he continued.