Within it were a few high-backed chairs, and some other cumbrous furniture, while on an oak table at the side, was spread the simple morning repast of the Puritan and his daughter.

But all these things were lost upon Jocelyn, who had eyes only for one object.

She was there, and how lovely she appeared! How exquisite in figure--how faultless in feature! Some little embarrassment was discoverable in her manner as the young man entered; but it quickly disappeared.

Her father was with her; and advancing towards Jocelyn, he took him kindly by the hand, and bade him welcome.

Then, without relinquishing his grasp, he presented the young man to his daughter, saying-- "This is Jocelyn, the son of my dear departed friend, Sir Ferdinando Mounchensey.