I was thinking, Gwen." "Oh, yes; thinking, thinking," said Gwen, with an insolent sneer.

"You may think and think--you are always thinking now; and what about, I should like to know ?" and, with a shrewd shake of her head, she left the room.
A crimson tide overspread Valmai's face and neck, and, fading away, left her paler than before.

She stood for a moment with her hands clasped, and pressed on her bosom, looking at the door through which Gwen had just passed, and then seating herself at the table, her eyes suffused with tears, she began to pour out her uncle's tea.
"That's a fine piece, Valmai," he said, "how Clwyn went away and never came back again, till the sea washed him one day at Riana's feet." "Yes," said the girl, in a low voice.

"Won't you eat your toast, uncle ?" "Oh, yes, to be sure," said the old man, beginning on the buttered toast which she placed before him.
When tea was over, the "Mabinogion" were brought out again and Valmai continued to read till her uncle fell asleep.

Then leaving him to Gwen's care, she gladly retired for the night into her own little bedroom.