On her return she recalled the events of the last storm, when Cardo's strong arm had saved her from death.
Her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered a little as she remembered that night; but she set herself bravely to struggle with her sorrow, and to look forward with hope and joy to the future.
When she entered the little parlour, which her neat fingers had transformed into a nest of cosy comfort, she found her uncle standing at the table, looking dazed and helpless.
"Oh, Valmai!" he said, "here's a letter from John, my brother, and indeed I don't know what am I to do." "What is the matter, uncle?
Is he ill ?" "Yes, he is very ill.

He has broke his leg, and he got no one to look after his house; and he is asking will you go down to take care of him.
Will you go, Valmai?
He got lot of money.

I will drive you down to Caer Madoc to the coach.

That will take you to the station to meet the train, and you will be in Fordsea by four o'clock to-morrow." Fordsea! What visions crowded round the name.

Cardo had been there so lately, and now where was he?
Out on that stormy sea, every moment increasing the distance between them.
"I will go if you like, uncle, and nurse him until he gets well." "There's a good gel, indeed; and you will kom back to me again, 'cos I am used to you now, and you are reading very nice to me, and saving a great deal of my old eyes.