"'Twould be easy to stand on the garden wall and throw it in through the window." Ann was busily counting the sovereigns which had rolled into all sorts of difficult corners.
"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty!" "Every one right," said Gwilym; "how fortunate! but how I should like to tell Gryffy Lewis I forgive him, and that he has done right in returning the money." "I expect fear as well as a guilty conscience made him return them, the blackguard!" suggested Will.
"No doubt; no doubt," said the old man.
As for Morva, she was so overcome with joy at this proof of Gethin's innocence that she was scarcely able to hide her agitation from those around her.
When all the money had been gathered into Ann's apron they returned to their dinner to find Tudor occupying the mishteer's chair, with a decided expression of satisfaction on his face, the canvas bag lying beside him.
"Well," said Ebben Owens, ousting Tudor unceremoniously from his seat, and speaking in an agitated and tremulous voice, "one thing has been made plain, whatever, and that is that poor Gethin had nothing to do with the money.

You all see that, don't you ?" "Well I suppose he hadn't," said Will; "but why then did he go away so suddenly?
That, I suppose, must remain a mystery until he chooses to turn up again." "Yes, it is strange," said his father, with a deep sigh.
"Well, thank God!" said Gwilym; "'tis plain he never took the money, Ann.

There is no more need for tears." "No, indeed," she said, "but will he ever come back?
Oh! father, anwl! no more sighs.

Will is a collegian and getting on well.

Gethin is an honest man wherever he is.