Much of her time she sought to be alone; and when alone, she usually sat in a state of dreamy absent-mindedness.
As for her thoughts, they were most of the time on Clifford.

His hand had stirred the waters of affection in her gentle bosom; and they knew no rest.

Mr.Lofton frequently sent for her to come over to the mansion house.

He never spoke to her of Mark; nor did she mention his name--though both thought of him whenever they were together.

The oftener Mr.Lofton saw Jenny, and the more he was with her, the more did she remind him of his own lost child--his Jenny, the mother of Mark--now in heaven.