Throughout all these five years he scarcely ever writes to his forgiving father; maintains latterly a sulky silence.
Then, suddenly in the summer of 1901, returns; preceded only by a telegram but apparently vouched for by this Mr.Praed; and announces himself as having forgotten his Welsh and most of the events of his youth, but having acquired a changed heart, and an anxiety to make up for past ill-behaviour by a present good conduct which seems almost miraculous.
Well: miracles were easily believed in by Bridget.

Perhaps his father's prayers had been answered.

Providence sometimes meted out an overwhelming boon to really good people.

David was certainly a Vavasour, if there was nothing Williamsy about his looks....

His mother, in Mrs.Bridget Evanwy's private opinion, had been a hussy....