They spoke of a love whose existence I had not guessed; of his devotion to Ellen Vaughan, my wife's cousin; of his deep gratitude to Agnes for her unfailing kindness to him and to his beloved Ellen; of his deep distress at my evident dislike of him.
"'What has come between us, Meurig ?' he said.

'What has become of the faithful love of so many years?
Is it possible you have grudged me the shelter of your roof and the food that I have eaten?
I can scarcely believe it, and yet I fear it is true.

Enclosed I leave you a cheque which will pay for anything I may have cost you; further than that I can only thank you for your, I fear, unwilling hospitality, and pray that some day we may meet, when this mysterious cloud, which I have deplored so much, may have cleared away.
"'When you read this, Ellen and I will have been married at St.
Jorwerth's Church at Caer Madoc, and shall, I hope, have sailed for Australia, where you know I have long wished to go.' "'Betto,' I said, 'is she lying dead and still upstairs ?' "'Yes, master, poor angel! still enough and white enough in her coffin! Why, sir, why ?' "'Because I wonder she does not come down and reproach us, for we have been wronging her from beginning to end, Betto! These letters prove to me that my brother--my beloved, innocent brother--was deeply in love with her cousin, Ellen Vaughan, and she, in the tenderness of her heart, helped to bring about their union, and was the means of delivering the letters which they wrote to each other.

They were married this morning at Caer Madoc Church, and have probably already sailed for Australia.' "Betto left me, sobbing bitterly.

I think she has never forgiven herself; neither can I forgive myself, Cardo.