'No, but there are initials on the case, J. H.'
'It surely must be he!' said Mrs. Marley. 'He would at one time have given me the watch—it is the same; but I could not read the hours then; I have learned that since. It is he. Why did he not come to see me? Did he say he would do that?'
'No, mother, he was in a hurry.'
'Where was he going?'
'He did not say.'
'Tell me—tell me something more. What was he like? I do not mean his hat and his coat.'
'He was a rather handsome man, but he had hardly any chin, and that spoiled his face; and he was for ever fumbling with something, generally with a key; and he blew down it, and turned it about at the end of his tongue. But when he spoke of you I thought he was going to cry.'
'It was he,' said Jane, and she knitted her hands together about the watch on her lap.
'Who, mother?'
'Child—you met your father.'