He took long walks in his parish, and showed more tender sympathy with the ailments and troubles of his ancient congregation.
The wonderful change in the "Vicare du" was the subject of remark at many a cottage hearth, and in many a roadside conversation.
"Oh! it's his son's coming home that has brightened him up so much; and John Jones, postmaster, says he took the other letter as meek as a lamb.

But what has he done with it nobody knows.

John Jones is saying that it has never been posted again, so he must have got it still." "Well, well! how can he post it when nobody knows where Mrs.Caradoc Wynne is ?" "Mrs.Caradoc Wynne, indeed! Phrutt!" * * * * * * Early in the New Year, when the bare, brown hills had thrown off their mantle of snow, and the blue waters of the bay were glinting in the sunshine, and the starry, golden celandines looked up fearlessly from every bank and hedge, a heavily-laden carriage, drawn by a pair of strong horses, rolled along the dry, hard road from Caer Madoc towards Abersethin.

Its occupants looked at every scene with interest, recalling reminiscences of former days at every turn of the road, and looking out eagerly for the chimneys of the village, which lay at the bottom of the valley.
The travellers were Cardo and Mr.and Mrs.Lewis Wynne.

As the carriage left the firm, high road, and began to descend one of the stony lanes which led to the shores below, Cardo became silent and thoughtful; he had hitherto been the life of the party.