On entering the chamber of Mr.
Lofton, they found him sleeping.
Both silently approached, and looked upon his venerable face, composed in deep slumber.

Tears came to the eyes of Mark as he gazed at the countenance of his grandfather, and his heart became soft as the heart of a child.

While they yet stood looking at him, his lips moved, and he uttered both their names.

Then he seemed disturbed, and moaned, as if in pain.
"Grandfather!" said Mark, taking the old man's hand, and bending over him.
Quickly his eyes opened.

For a few moments he gazed earnestly upon Mark, and then tightened his hand upon that of the young man, closed his eyes again, and murmured in a voice that deeply touched the returning wanderer-- "My poor boy! My poor boy! Why did you do so?
Why did you break my heart?
But, God be thanked, you are back again! God be thanked!" "Jenny!" said the old man, quickly, as he felt her take his other hand and press it to her lips.