Good-bye, Will, I shall see you at Llaniago, and you, Miss Vaughan, I hear I am to have the pleasure of meeting you at Llwynelen." And the Dr.drove off amongst a flutter of hands and handkerchiefs.
And now Will would have been in a dilemma had not the vicar arrived on the scene.

Again there were many "How do you do's ?" and much shaking of hands, while Will was debating within himself what he should do.
The vicar at once introduced him to each and all of the young ladies, some of whom would have drawn back in horror had they known that the young man who addressed them with such sang-froid was the son of a farmer, and a brother-in-law of a dissenting preacher.
Will knew this obstacle in his path, and was determined to overcome it.
Gwenda Vaughan, he thought, was delightfully easy to get on with, and their conversation followed on uninterruptedly until they reached the vicarage door, where they parted, the ladies separating, and Will staying to bid the vicar good-bye.
"Who on earth was that handsome man, Gwenda ?" asked Adela Griffiths before parting.

"I don't know how it is, but you always manage to get hold of handsome men.
"And nothing ever comes of it," whispered Edith Williams.
"Why, he's Dr.Owen's nephew," said Gwenda; "didn't you hear Dr.Owen introduce him ?" And she said no more, but carried away with her a distinct impression of Will's handsome person and charming smile.
* * * * * * About this time a strange thing happened at Garthowen.

It was midday.
Ann had just laid the dinner on the table, and Ebben Owens had lounged in.
"Well, the threshing will be done soon," said the old man; "Twm is a capital fellow.

Don't know in the world what I should do without him." "What is that noise ?" asked Morva, pushing back her hair to listen, as a curious sound as of shaking and thumping was heard by all.
"'Tis upstairs, and in your room, Gwilym," said Ann.
Suddenly there was a jingling sound and rolling as if of money, followed by a satisfied bark.
"Run up Morva and see," said Ann; "what is that dog doing ?" The girl ran up, passing Tudor on the stairs, who entered the kitchen with waving tail and glistening eyes carrying in his mouth a canvas bag from which hung a draggled pink tape, and at the same moment Morva's voice was heard calling, "Oh, anwl! come up and see!" Ann and Gwilym hurried up, followed by Ebben Owens and Will, to find Morva pointing to the floor which was strewn with pieces of gold.
"My sovereigns!" said Gwilym, "no doubt! and Tudor has emptied the bag.
Where could they have come from ?" and everyone looked through the open window down the lane to where in the clear frosty air the blue smoke curled from a little brown thatched chimney.
Ebben Owens jerked his thumb towards the cottage.
"There's no need to ask that," he said.