Never shall I forget the agonising longing I felt to throw myself at his feet and tell him all, and mingle my tears with his." "He has told me all about it, love, and how he thought it was an angel, when he first saw you standing there.

But let us leave all tales of sorrow for another day; to-night is for love only, for rapturous joy! Are we not together, love?
and what does anything else matter ?" "Nothing, nothing," answered Valmai, in words which lost none of their depth of feeling from being spoken in soft, low tones.
In silence, which was more eloquent than words, they pursued their way till they reached the bridge over the Berwen; and as they leant over its side, and looked into the depths of the woods beneath them, they recalled all the circumstances of their first meeting.
"I wish I had bought some gingerbread in the Mwntroyd, Cardo, so that we might eat it here together.

Ah! how it all comes back to me!" And as they leant over the bridge he held her hand in his, and with eyes which sought each other's in the moonlight, they let the time slip by unheeded.

The only sound that rose upon the still night air was the babbling of the Berwen.
When at last both had told their story, and every question and answer had again and again been renewed, and all its side bearings and suggestions had been satisfactorily explained, the sweet, lisping sounds of the river flooded their souls with its music.
"Oh, Cardo! to think we can once more sing together.

How different to that miserable evening at Colonel Meredith's, when you stood aloof, and Gwen sang the dear old song.