Hear what she says:--'Mifanwy is longing for the Swiss lakes and mountains, and wishes me to accompany her.

I suppose I may as well do so; but I must first make a hurried journey down to Abersethin, and to see you on my way back.

I hear from Dr.Francis that dear old Nance is very ill, and it will depend upon how I find her whether I go to Switzerland or not." "Now, isn't that vexing! You would feel for me if you knew what Valmai is to me! I seem to love her with all the accumulation of love which had missed its object for so many long years before we met." Gwynne Ellis was looking seriously into the distance.
"I do feel for you, Miss Powell; but don't think me a brute if I say I am not sorry she's gone--something good may come of it." "I can't understand you," she said, seating herself on a log in front of him.

"You have never told me how you became acquainted with her.
Have you known her from childhood ?" "Oh, dear, no," said Ellis, laying aside his painting, and stretching himself on the mossy bank.

"I will tell you all about it; it is very simple.