Was David his father's son?
Hadn't she once caught Mrs.
Howel Williams kissing a young stranger behind a holly bush and wasn't that why Bridget had really been sent away?
She had returned to take charge of the pretty, motherless little boy when she herself was a widow disappointed of children, and the child was only three.
Would she ever turn against her nursling now, above all, when he was showing himself such a son to his old father?
Not she.

He might be who and what he would.

He was giving another ten years of renewed life to the dear old Druid and the continuance of a comfortable home to his old Nannie.
They talked a great deal up at Little Bethel of a "change of heart." Perhaps such things really took place, though Bridget Evanwy from a shrewd appraisement of the Welsh nature doubted it.

She would like to, but couldn't quite believe that an angel from heaven had taken possession of David's body and come here to play a divine part; because David sometimes talked so strangely--seemed not only to doubt the existence of a heavenly host, but even of Something beyond, so awful in Bridget's mind that she hardly liked to define it in words, though in her own Welsh tongue it was so earthily styled "the Big Man." However, at all costs, she would stand by David ...

and without quite knowing why, she decided that on all future visits she herself would "do out" his room, would attend to him exclusively.