"And pray, what will you say to the old gentleman ?" "Fine doings, indeed, for the likes o' you to come creeping into a decent woman's house when she is away!" resumed Mrs.Lee.

"Jenny's not the kind you're looking after, let me tell you.

What would your poor dear mother, who is in heaven, God bless her! think, if she knew of this ?" The respectful and even affectionate reference to his mother, softened the feelings of Mark, who was growing very angry.
"Good morning, old lady," said he, as he turned away; "you don't know what you're talking about!" and springing from the door, he hurried off with rapid steps.

On reaching a wood that lay at some distance off, Mark sought a retired spot, near where a quiet stream went stealing noiselessly along amid its alder and willow-fringed banks, and sitting down upon a grassy spot, gave himself up to meditation.

Little inclined was he now for sport.