"Will I tell Shoni to put the gig ready ?" "Yes, yes.

I better go.

I will be back by Sunday." "James Harris will help you in every way, uncle, and will settle everything for you." "Oh! very well, very well.

Tis a pity about the 'Mabinogion,' too; but we'll go on with them next week, Valmai." Shoni and Gwen continued until bedtime to discuss with unction every item of information past, possible, or prospective, connected with the death of the old Captain, while Valmai lay on the old red sofa, and thought sadly of her loss.
"There's sudden," said Gwen, "but 'twill be a good thing for the master, whatever!" Valmai lay awake far into the night recalling with tears the kindness and even tenderness of her old uncle.
On the following Saturday Essec Powell returned from the funeral, and as he stepped out of the gig at the door, his face wore an unusual expression which Valmai noticed at once.

He seemed more alive to the world around him; there was a red spot on each cheek, and he did not answer his niece's low greeting, but walked into the parlour with a stamping tread very unlike his usual listless shuffle.
"Are you tired, uncle ?" the girl asked gently.
"No, I am not tired; but I am hurt and offended with you, Valmai.