The stone-cutter had kept his promise, and had added the surname of "Wynne" on the little cross, and Cardo read it over and over again, with a sort of pleasurable sorrow.

The banks of the Berwen he avoided entirely, the thought of wandering there alone was intolerable to him.

Every bird which sang, every flower that nodded at him, the whispering river, everything would ask him, "Where is Valmai ?" And what answer could he give to his own aching heart which echoed the question, "Where is Valmai?
Gone--worse than gone! changed, she whom I thought was the counterpart of my own unchangeable nature.

No, no, anywhere but by the banks of the Berwen!" And he plodded on at his work, doing his best to regain the placid calmness, though not the bright joyousness of his life, before he met Valmai.

But in vain; the summer found him languid and depressed in spirits.