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. I thought it would kill me."

"And I, darling, when I carried you up in my arms, what did I feel?"

"Well, indeed, I don't know; but we have had a dreadful experience,
whatever." And presently Valmai began to hum "By Berwen Banks," Cardo
irresistibly joining in with his musical bass, and once again the old
ballad floated down the valley and filled the night with melody.

"We ought to be going now, or we shall be shut out. I know Nance will
be gone to bed already, but, certainly, there is not much distance
between her bed and the door."

"Nance!" said Cardo. "No, indeed, my wild sea-bird. I have caught you
now, and never again will I part with you. Home to Brynderyn, dearest,
with me, where my father is longing to fold you in his arms."

"Anywhere with you, Cardo." And down by the Berwen they took their
way, by the old church, where the white owl hooted at them as they
passed, and down to the shore, where the waves whispered their happy
greetings.

The "Vicare du," as he sat by his study fire that night, was lost in
thought. A wonderful change had come over his countenance, the gloom
and sternness had disappeared, and a softened and even gentle look had
taken their place. A smile of eager interest crossed his face as he
heard the crunching of the gravel, which announced his son's return.
Betto was already opening the door, and a cry of surprise and gladness
woke an echo in the old man's heart as he hurried along the stone
passage into the parlour. Cardo came in to meet him, leading Valmai,
who hung back a little timidly, looking nervously into the Vicar's pale
face. But the look she saw there banished all her fears, and in
another moment she was clasped in his arms, and in all Wales no happier
family drew round their evening meal that night than the Wynnes of
Brynderyn.

There is nothing more to be said, except that Gwynne Ellis's letter
awaited Cardo's home-c