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.
"He told me who he was, and then asked me my name. When I told him
that it was Jenny, he said, it was a good name, and that he always
liked the sound of it, for his mother's name was Jenny. Then he
asked me, if I had known his mother, and when I said yes, he wanted
to know if I loved her. I said yes--for you know we all loved her.
Then he covered his face with his hands, and I saw the tears coming
through his fingers.
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