'My mother tells me that she ran away from Glanyravon, and report says with somebody we know of.

But report was false as usual; and she turns up again as Miss Gwynne's lady's maid.
Miss Gwynne is about as eccentric as the rest of the clique, and I wish her joy of her bargain.

The girl is a beauty, certainly, but--' 'Hush, Howel!' cried Netta; 'Owen was nearly boxing my ears about her just now.' 'Not exactly, Netta,' said Owen, smothering rising anger, and looking very red; 'but I won't hear a word said against her either by man or woman.

I am going to read my letter now, and you are going to get up, so I won't stop here any longer,' and Owen left the room.
He went at once to his own bedroom, where he hastily broke open the letter Howel had given him, and read as follows:-- 'GLANYRAVON PARK, _May_----.
'SIR,--I hope you will excuse my boldness in writing to you; but having heard that you are at Abertewey, I take the liberty of doing so, to tell you that your leaving home has made us all very unhappy.

Oh! Mr Owen, if you would only go back and see your dear mother and honoured father, and learn how lonely they are without you, I think you would give up the sea, or at least remain with them for some time.