At length Mark stopped.
"Jenny," said he, while a cloud settled on his face, "you've had your own way up to this moment.

I've been passive in your hands.

But I can't go on with you any further." "Don't say that," returned Jenny, her voice almost imploring in its tones.

And in the earnestness of her desire to bring Mark back to his grandfather, she seized one of his hands, and, by a gentle force, drew him a few paces in the direction they had been going.
But he resisted that force, and they stood still again.
"I don't think I can go back, Jenny," said Mark, in a subdued voice: "I have some pride left, much as has been crushed out of me during the period of my absence, and this rises higher and higher in my heart the nearer I approach my grandfather.

How can I meet him!" "Only come into his presence, Mark," urged Jenny, speaking tenderly and familiarly.