Shall I direct the messenger to call a carriage for you ?" "I will thank you to do so," replied Jenny, faintly.
The carriage was soon at the door.

Jenny was much agitated when she arrived at the Navy Yard.

To her question as to whether the ship -- -- had arrived, she was pointed to a large vessel which lay moored at the dock.

How she mounted its side she hardly knew; but, in what seemed scarcely an instant of time, she was standing on the deck.

To an officer who met her, as she stepped on board, she asked for Mark Clifford.
"What is he?
A sailor or marine ?" "A sailor." "There is no such person on board, I believe," said the officer.
Poor Jenny staggered back a few paces, while a deadly paleness overspread her face.