But the gap after 'Robert Powell'; you must add 'Wynne' to it at once." "That's it, sir, that's it! before next Sunday it shall be done.

I hope you will find the young leddy, sir." "My wife, Morris." "Iss, iss, sir; there's glad I was to hear that." And, as Cardo left, and passed through the rest of the village, the same warm wish followed him from many a cottage window, and from every group of fishermen whom he passed on the way.
"He has not forgotten his pleasant manners, whatever," said the men, as he greeted them all with his usual frank and genial smile.
"No; nor he hasn't lost his good looks," said the women.

"Though, indeed, his heart must be heavy now, druan bach." [1] "Well," said the Vicar next morning, as Cardo drove off to Caer Madoc to catch the train at the nearest station, "I mustn't grumble at losing him so soon; he is doing the right thing, poor fellow, and I hope in my heart he may find his wife and bring her home.

What a happy party we shall be! The only thorn in my flesh will be Essec Powell; I don't think I can ever get over my dislike to that man." "Oh, nonsense," said his brother, "let us all three go up there to-day, and take the bull by the horns, and make friends with him." And after breakfast, the Vicar, though with a bad grace, buttoned up his long black coat, and took his way, accompanied by his brother and his wife, up the steep path to Dinas.
It was an early hour certainly, not yet eleven o'clock; but "calling" was unknown at Abersethin, and it was not the unseasonableness of the hour which made Shoni stare as the three visitors entered the "clos" or farm-yard.
"Well, diwedd anwl!" he said, barely escaping an oath, "here's the 'Vicare du'! I know him by his coat tails, and his tallow face, and no doubt that is Lewis Wynne and his wife with him;" (for village gossip had already spread abroad the news of the arrivals at Brynderyn).
"Well, indeed," he continued, "the preacher on Sunday night told us the end of the world was coming, and now I believe it!" and he put down his wheel-barrow, and stood stock still while the visitors approached.
"Borau-da!" [2] said the Vicare, in a constrained voice.
"Borau-da," was all Shoni's answer, and seeing a dogged look come into his face, Lewis Wynne took the lead in the conversation.
"How are you, Shoni?
Do you remember the jolly day we had, you and I, out fishing when we ought to have been at school ?" "Yes, I do indeed, sir, and the lot of fish we caught." "Yes, and the thrashing we got for it afterwards! But we want to see your master, Shoni." "Essec Powell ?" "Yes--Essec Powell, is he too busy ?" Shoni hid his face behind his sleeve, while he indulged in a cackle.
"Has he company, then ?" "Oh, very good company--plenty of company! he got Taliesin--Owen Glyndwr--Iolo Morganwg and all the rest of them! and he's quite happy in their company.

But once he comes down to live with us he's as rough and prickly as a birch-broom.