I will lay down my life for thee, Will.

Once more I promise." "Nay," he said, laughing, "I will never ask thee to do that for me, lass; only be true to me and wait patiently for me, Morva;" and he drew her towards him once more.
"I will," she answered.
They had reached the cottage, and Will passed round into the court, leaving her standing with eyes fixed steadfastly on the bright north star.
"I will," she repeated, "for I have promised, and there are many ways of laying down one's life." For a moment she stood alone in the moonlight, and what vows of self-sacrifice she made were known only to herself.
"Anwl, anwl!" said Sara, as Will entered, "will I make my door bigger?
Will I find a stool strong enough for this big man ?" Will laughed and tossed back his hair.
"Will I ever be more than a boy to thee, Sara ?" "Well, indeed," said the old woman, "I am forgetting how the children grow up.

Sit down, my boy, and tell us all about the grand streets and the college at Llaniago, and the ladies and gentlemen whom thou art hand and glove with there--and so thou ought to be, too.

Caton pawb! I'd like to see the family whose achau[1] go back further than Garthowen's!" Here Morva entered.
"I thought thou hadst run away, lass!" said Will, with a double meaning as he looked at her.
She only smiled and shook her head.
"Oh! 'twouldn't do for me," said Sara, "whenever Morva stops out under the night sky to think she has run away; she often strays out when the stars are shining." Gethin had always been Sara's favourite, and Will's visit therefore did not give her so much pleasure as his brother's had done; but she would have belied her hospitable nature had she allowed this preference to influence the warmth of her welcome.
Morva seemed to have regained her cheerfulness, and spread the simple supper, sometimes joining in the conversation, while Will and Sara chatted over the blaze of the crackling furze.

It was quite late when he rose to go.
"Well," he said, "they will be shutting me out at Garthowen, and thinking I have learnt bad ways at Llaniago.