A charming young man, certainly, and I should think his prospects--" "Oh, stop, dear Mrs.Trevor! _Prospects_! I am sick of the word.
Shall I play you something ?" And in the twilight she sat down to the piano.
"Do, dear; I love to see you on that music stool," said the good lady; and well she might, for Gwenda was a musician from the soul to the finger tips, and this evening she seemed possessed by the spirit of music, for long after the twilight had faded into darkness, she sat there pouring her very heart out in melody, and when she retired to rest her pillow was surrounded by thoughts and visions of happiness, more romantic and tender than had ever visited her before.
As the year sped on its course, Will's college life became more and more absorbing.

The greater part of his vacations were always spent at Isderi, his uncle's house, situated some twenty miles up the valley of the On.

Invited with his uncle to all the gaieties of the neighbourhood, he frequently met Gwenda Vaughan.

Their attraction for each other soon ripened into a deeper feeling, and in the opinion of her friends and acquaintances Gwenda was a fortunate girl, Will being regarded only as the nephew and probable heir of the wealthy Dr.Owen, very few knowing of or remembering his connection with the old grey-gabled farm by the sea.
A hurried scrap-end of the time at his disposal was spent at Garthowen, where his father was consumed alternately by a feverish longing to see him, and a bitter disappointment at the shortness of his visit.

He was beginning to find out that the love--almost idolatry--which he had lavished upon his son did not bring him the comfort and happiness for which he had hoped.
Will was affable and sometimes affectionate in his demeanour while he was present with his father; but he showed no desire to prolong his visits beyond the time allotted him by his uncle, who seemed more and more to appropriate to himself the nephew whose acquaintance he had so lately made.