He got a servant," he added, "but she is only an ole ooman, coming in in the morning and going home in the evening." "Oh, yes, I will manage very well," said Valmai.
She grasped at the idea of change of scene and life, hoping it would help her to regain her peace of mind.

So the next day saw her on her way to Caer Madoc, driven by her uncle in the rickety old gig which had carried him on his preaching expeditions for years.

Along the high road Malen bore them at a steady trot, and when Valmai took her place in the coach, and bid her uncle good-bye, she called to mind that only two days ago Cardo had been its occupant, and her heart was full of wistful longings.

Yes, she felt she was a foolish girl, but she was always intending to grow into a sensible and useful _wife_; and, with this virtuous intention in her mind, she tried to banish all vain regrets, and a serious, composed little look came over her mouth.
Arrived at Fordsea, she sought for her uncle's house, it was in Reuben Street, she knew, and not far from the docks.

Reaching the roadway, she caught sight of the foaming white waves in the harbour, and wondered how far the _Burrawalla_ had already got on her way towards the Antipodes.
"Captain Powell of _The Thisbe_ ?" said a lounging sailor who was passing, with his hands in his pockets and his cap very much at the back of his head.