"Ts! ts! you have left a nest of Dissenters, William.

I am glad you have escaped." "Yes," said Will, laughing; "a nest of Dissenters, certainly." "Well," said the vicar, "you owe a great deal to Gwilym Morris.

You would never have begun your college career on such good standing had it not been for him.

In fact, you have had exceptional advantages." "Yes," said Will; "he is a splendid teacher, and a good man." "Well, well," said his uncle, "let the superstructure be good, and the foundation will soon be forgotten." "A good man's silent influence is a very solid foundation to build upon, whatever denomination he may belong to," said the vicar.
"Oh, certainly, certainly," agreed Dr.Owen.

"My carriage is at The Bear; perhaps you will walk down with me, both of you ?" "Of course, of course," said Mr.Price; "if you must go." "Yes, I must go; I must not be late for the meeting at Caer-Madoc." The vicar hunted for his walking-stick, and Will helped his uncle to get into his greatcoat.
"Thank you, my boy," said the old man, almost warmly, for he was beginning to feel the ties of blood awakening in his heart.
In truth, he was so pleasantly impressed by his new-found nephew's appearance and manners that already visions of a lonely hearth passed before him, lightened by the presence of a young and ardent spirit, who should look up to him for help and sympathy, giving in return the warm love of relationship, which no heart, however cold and isolated, is entirely capable of doing without.
Will was elated, and conscious of having stepped easily into his uncle's good graces, he walked up the street with the two clergymen, full of gratified pride.
On their way, to his great annoyance, they met Gryff Jones of Pont-y-fro, a farmer's son holding the same position as his own.