DAVID GOES ABROAD David Williams had an enthusiastic greeting when he went home to Pontystrad for the Easter of 1909.

It was an early Easter that year, whether you like it or not; it suits my story better so, because then David can turn up in Brussels at the end of April, and yet have attended to a host of necessary things before his departure on a long absence.
He first of all devoted himself to making the old Vicar happy for a few weeks in a rather blustery, showery March-April.

His father was full of wonderment and exultation over the honourable publicity his barrister son had attained.

"You'll be a Judge, Davy; at any rate a K.C., before I'm dead! But marry, boy, _marry_.

_That's_ what you must do now.