look up at him as he passed
along the skyline, and rejoice once more that he had returned to make
their lives complete, to fill Ann's heart with happiness, and his
father's with content; for the girl, generally so clear-sighted, so
free from guile or pretence, was deceiving herself utterly, and
imagined that the increased joy and glory of life which had permeated
her whole being since Gethin's return, arose only from the deep
interest she took in every member of the Garthowen family, and was due
solely to the happiness which the return of the wanderer naturally
evoked. Was not Gethin Will's brother? had she not every reason to be
glad in his return to the old home? her playmate, the friend of her
childhood? and she gave herself up unrestrainedly to the happiness
which brooded over every hour of her life.

To Gethin, too, the world seemed to have changed to a paradise. Every
day, every hour drew him closer to Morva; in her presence he was lost
in a dream of happiness, in her absence she was ever present like a
golden vision in his mind. Will's manner towards the girl being
intentionally formal and distant, had completely blinded his brother to
the true state of affairs, and though his daily intercourse with Morva
seemed to him almost too delightful to last, he followed blindly the
chain that was binding him continually more closely to her.

"Art not going to the market to-day?" he shouted out to her one morning
as he drove the horses over the moor.

"No," called Morva in return.

"Will and Gwilym Morris are gone," he shouted again, beginning his way
towards her between the low gorse bushes. "Art watching the sheep,
lass?"

"No; 'tis the calves who will stray to the bog over yonder. Indeed,
they are wilful, whatever, for the grass down here is much sweeter.
There they go again--see!" and Gethin helped her with whoop and halloo,
and many devious races of circumvention to recover them. "Oh, anwl,
they are like naughty children," she said, sitting down, exhausted with
laughter and running, Gethin flinging himself beside her, and picking
idly at the gorse blossoms which filled the air with their rich perfume.

The clear, blue autumn sky was over them, the deep blue sea stretched
before them, the larks sang overhead, the sheep bleated on the moor,
and in the grass around them the dewdrops sparkled in the morning sun.

"'Tis a fair world," said Morva; "didst ever see more beautiful sea or
land than ours in all th