Howel Vaughan Williams when the latter died--but that date is still far ahead of my story.

At any rate--isn't it _droll_ how these things come about ?--David's action in this matter, undertaken he hardly knew why--did much to fetter Mr.Lloyd George's subsequent attempts to disestablish the British Church in Wales.
What did Bridget think of all this, of the spiritual evolution of her nursling, of his identity with the vicious, shifty, idle youth whose uncanny gift of design seemed to have been completely lost after his stay in South Africa?
David Vavasour Williams had left home to the relief of his father and the whole village, if even to the half-pitying regret of his old nurse, in 1896.

He had spent a year or more in Mr.Praed's studio studying to be an architect or a scene painter.

Then somehow or other he did not get on with Mr.
Praed and he enlisted impulsively in a South African Police force (in the Army, it seemed to Bridget).

He had somehow become involved in a war with a South African people, called by Bridget "the Wild Boars"; he is wounded or ill in hospital; is little heard of, almost presumed dead.