"Perhaps, but that will have to wait," and as he drew his handkerchief
over the shining face of the sideboard he thought within himself,
"Where shall I find one? There are not two Valmai's in the world, and
I declare she has spoiled me for every other woman. By the by, I must
call on Mrs. Besborough Power, and see if I can't bring her visitor
into a better frame of mind."

The next day saw him entering the pleasant drawing-room at Carne Hall,
where Mrs. Power was as usual dozing in her arm-chair, with a piece of
wool-work in her hand, upon which she sometimes worked a few stitches
while she purred a little remark to Gwladys, who sat nearer the window,
making believe to work also. She had already remarked, "Auntie, this
is the new Vicar, I am sure," when the door opened and Gwynne Ellis
entered.

Having shaken hands with Mrs. Power, he turned to Gwladys with a smile
of greeting.

"Valmai!" he said, "I beg pardon--Mrs.--"

"No," said Gwladys, drawing herself up, "I am Gwladys Powell, Valmai's
sister--but do you know her?"

"Know her? well!" said Gwynne Ellis; "but I have never seen such an
extraordinary likeness."

"Yes," said Mrs. Power, "they are twins, and apart, it is almost
impossible to distinguish one from the other."

"Where is she?" he asked, "is she here?"

"No," answered Gwladys, "she has been here, but is now staying with
some friends of ours in Radnorshire."

"Ah! I see, I am sorry; I should like to have seen her, but I can
scarce say I miss her while you are present, for I certainly see no
difference between you."

Gwladys was more talkative than usual. She and Mrs. Power were
pleasantly impressed, and congratulated themselves upon having gained
an agreeable addition to their very limited social circle in the person
of their new Vicar.

"This is a charming neighbourhood. I saw by a little glint of
sunshine, as I came up the drive, that you have a pond or lake in that
firwood; and that is always tempting to an artist. Do you draw, Miss
Powell?"

"Yes," said Gwladys. "My efforts are very humble, but I have one
drawing of the lake." And she fetched it from a portfolio.

"Show him all your drawings, dear," said Mrs. Power; "or, better still,
would you like to see the lake, Mr Ellis?"

"If it would not tire Miss Powell to show it me--"

"Oh, no! I can take you by it to the west gate, it will shorten your
way home."

"But not yet, here is tea," said Mrs. Power; and they were soon