“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.  ’Because you know my mother, and loved her, Jenny,’ said he, ‘we will be friends.’  Afterwards he asked me a great many questions about her, and listened with the tears in his eyes, when I told him of many things she had said and done the last time she was up here.  We were talking together about his mother, when Mrs. Lee came in.  She spoke cross to him, and threatened to complain to you, if he came there any more.  He went away angry.  But I’m sure he meant nothing wrong, sir.  How could he and talk as he did about his mother in heaven?”

“But, how came you to meet him, in the woods, Jenny?” said Mr. Lofton.  “Did he tell you that he would wait there for you?”

“Oh, no, sir.  The meeting was accidental.  I was sent over to Mrs. Jasper’s on an errand, and, in passing through the woods, saw him sitting alone and looking very unhappy.  I was frightened; but he told me that he wouldn’t hurt a hair of my head.  Then he made me sit down upon the grass beside him, and talk to him about his mother.  He asked me a great many questions, and I told him all that I could remember about her.  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.  “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!  To how much evil do they lead!”

“And you were talking thus, when Mrs. Lee found you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What did she say?”

“I can hardly tell what she said, I was so frightened.  But I know she spoke angrily to him and to me, and threatened to see you.”

Mr. Lofton sighed deeply, then added, as if the remark were casual—­

“And that is the last you have seen of him.”

“No, sir; I met him a little while ago, as he was hurrying away from your house.”

“You did!” Mr. Lofton started at Jenny’s unexpected reply.

“Yes, sir.”

“Did he speak to you?”