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"He said that I not only bore her name, but that I looked like her, and that it seemed to him, while with me, that she was present." "He said that, did he!" Mr. Lofton spoke more earnestly, and looked intently upon Jenny's face. "Yes yes it is so. She does look like dear Jenny," he murmured to himself. "I never saw this before. Dear boy! We have done him wrong. These hasty conclusions ah, me!
Lord Lofton has been asking for a chaplain, and we must send him a gentleman. I could tell him that Molyneux had been a little overworked in London, and if he goes down to the Towers at the end of July, no one will suppose he is leaving for good, eh?" "Very well," answered the Rector; "I don't want anything said against him, you know. I've had many a curate not half as ready to work as this man."
Lofton a sealed note bearing his address, which she had found in Jenny's chamber. It was as follows: "Do not be alarmed at my telling you that, when you receive this, I will be on a journey of two or three hundred miles in extent, and may not return for weeks. Believe me, that my purpose is a good one. I hope to be back much sooner than I have said.
Lee came in and surprised the young couple, who, forgetting all reserve, were conversing with an interest in their manner, the ground of which she might well misunderstand. Jenny started and looked confused, but, quickly recovering herself, introduced Mark as the grandson of Mr. Lofton. The old lady did not respond to this with the cordiality that either of the young folks had expected.
Late on the afternoon of that day, Jenny, in company with Mark, the latter in the dress of a seaman in the United States service, passed from a steamboat at the landing near Fairview, and took their way towards the mansion of Mr. Lofton. They had not proceeded far, before the young man began to linger, while Jenny showed every disposition to press on rapidly. At length Mark stopped.
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?"
Clifford, a merchant of New York, had been strongly opposed on the ground that the alliance was degrading Mr. Clifford not being able to boast of an ancestor who was anything more than an honest man and a useful citizen. A closer acquaintance with his son-in-law, after the marriage took place, reconciled Mr. Lofton in a good measure to the union; for he found Mr.
Let it not be prolonged, lest it destroy him. One of his spirit can scarcely pass through so severe an ordeal without fainting." "Does Mr. Lofton, his grandfather, desire what you ask?" "Mr. Lofton is a proud man. He entertained high hopes for Mark, who has, in this act, so bitterly disappointed them, that he has not been known to utter his name since the news of his enlistment was received."
Sometimes the tears would steal over his cheeks; and sometimes he would say 'Ah! if my mother had not died. Her death was a great loss to me, Jenny a great loss and I have been worse for it." "And was this all you talked about, Jenny," asked Mr. Lofton, who was much, affected by the artless narrative of the girl. "It was all about his mother," replied Jenny.
Lofton, Mark became aware of a change in the old man's feelings towards him, and he guessed at once rightly as to the cause. If he had experienced any doubts, they would have been quickly removed. "Mark!" said the old gentleman, sternly, almost the moment the grandson came into his presence, "I wish you to go back to New York to-morrow.
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