"Oh, I didn't know," said the girl, "but I thought God would make it plain some day."
"I don't think there is much doubt about it," said Gwilym. "Poor Gryffy; we know he must have suffered much remorse before he threw that bag in at the window again."
"'Twas not Gethin, and that's all we need trouble our heads about now," said the old man rising from the table.
The frosty wind was scarcely more fleet than Morva's flying footsteps as she crossed the moor that evening.
"Mother, mother!" she called, even before she had reached the doorway. "Mother, mother! the money is found and everyone knows now that Gethin is innocent!" and the whole story was poured into Sara's ears.
Tudor, who sat beside the girl on the settle, her arm thrown round his neck, looked from one face to another as the story proceeded, interpolating a bark whenever there was a pause.
"So the clouds roll by," said Sara. "Patience 'merch i! and the sun will shine out some day!"
"How can that be, mother, when I am bound to Will? A milkmaid to a clergyman; and he already ashamed of her!"
"I am going to walk into town," said Dr. Owen one morning as he turned over the sheets of his newspaper; "is anyone inclined for a walk?"
He was sitting in the sunny bay-window of the breakfast-room at Llwynelen, a large country house about a mile out of Llaniago.
"I am," answered Gwenda Vaughan, who sat at work near him. "Such a lovely day! I was longing for a walk."
"And I too," said Mrs. Trevor, their hostess. "I have some shopping to do, and will come with you."
"Do. Will you be ready in half an hour, ladies? I am going to call upon my nephew; I can go to his rooms while you are doing your shopping."
"Yes," said Mrs. Trevor, "and bring him back to lunch with us. I shall be glad to make his acquaintance. I hear he is a very promising young man."
"Thank you. I am sure he will be delighted to come. I think you will like him; but I forgot that you, Miss Vaughan, have already seen him."
"Oh, yes!" said Gwenda. "He once saved my life; so of course I am very grateful."
"Saved your life, child; how," asked Mrs. Trevor.
And Gwenda related the story of the runaway bull, and the manner in which Will had gone to her rescue.
"Dear me," said Dr. Owen, "he never mentioned it to me! Well! I'll go and look him up today."