I had but little time yesterday, but I guessed there was something wrong, and Gwen has just been telling me her bed has not been slept in.

They were in a pretty hurry to be gone yesterday, for all that the gentleman was not fit to travel, to my way of thinking; indeed, William Wynn, the post-boy, said he was weary enough before he got to the end of that Yspytty road; and he thought they would have to rest there a day or two before they could go further than Pen tre Voelas.

Indeed, and anyhow, the servant is to follow them with the baggage this very morning; and now I remember, William Wynn said they would wait for her.

You'd better write a note, Mr Benson, and tell them her state." It was good, though unpalatable advice.

It came from one accustomed to bring excellent, if unrefined sense, to bear quickly upon any emergency, and to decide rapidly.