The twilight had darkened much since he had left the town, but the moonlight showed him the graceful pose of the head, the light, springy tread, and the mass of golden hair which escaped from the red hood covering her head.
Cardo took off his cap.
"Good-night to you," he said.

"I hope I have not frightened you by so persistently trying to catch you." "Good-night," said the girl.

"Yes, indeed, you have, whatever, because I am not used to be out in the night.

The rabbits have frightened me too, they are looking so large in this light." "I am sorry.

It is very brave of you to walk all the way from Caer Madoc alone." "To Abersethin it is not so far," said the girl.
"Do you live at Abersethin ?" "Yes, not far off; round the edge of the cliffs, under Moel Hiraethog." "Oh! I know," said Cardo; "the mill in the valley ?" "No, round the next shore, and up to the top of the cliff is our house." "Traeth Berwen?
That is where _I_ live!" "Well, indeed!" "Yes, I am Caradoc Wynne, and I live at Brynderyn." "Oh! are you Cardo Wynne?
I have heard plenty about you, and about your father, the 'Vicare du.'" "Ah! poor old dad! I daresay you have not heard much good of him; the people do not understand him." "Well, indeed, the worst I have heard of him is that he is not very kind to you; that he is making you to work on the farm, when you ought to be a gentleman." "That is not true," said Cardo, flushing in the darkness; "it is my wish to be a farmer; I like it better than any other work; it is my own free choice.