CHAPTER XV.
GWENDA'S PROSPECTS "I am going to walk into town," said Dr.Owen one morning as he turned over the sheets of his newspaper; "is anyone inclined for a walk ?" He was sitting in the sunny bay-window of the breakfast-room at Llwynelen, a large country house about a mile out of Llaniago.
"I am," answered Gwenda Vaughan, who sat at work near him.

"Such a lovely day! I was longing for a walk." "And I too," said Mrs.Trevor, their hostess.

"I have some shopping to do, and will come with you." "Do.

Will you be ready in half an hour, ladies?
I am going to call upon my nephew; I can go to his rooms while you are doing your shopping." "Yes," said Mrs.Trevor, "and bring him back to lunch with us.

I shall be glad to make his acquaintance.