He might die to-morrow, and I should only be William Owens, the poor student of Llaniago College, and yet I venture to tell you of my love.

I think I must be mad! I seek in vain for any possible reason why you should accept my love, and I can find none." "Only the best of all reasons," said Gwenda, almost in a whisper.
"Gwenda! what is that ?" said Will, rising to his feet, an action which the girl followed before she answered.
"Only because I love you too." "Gwenda!" said Will again.
They had been resting on the velvet lawn that reached down to the oak wood, and now they turned towards its shady glades, and Mrs.Trevor, who had been watching them with deep interest, was obliged to control her curiosity until, when an hour later, they entered the house together, Will looking flushed and triumphant, and Gwenda with a glow of happiness which told its own tale to her observant friend.
"It's all right, my love, I see it is! I needn't ask any questions, he who runs may read! You have accepted him ?" "I don't know what my uncle will say, it all depends upon that." "Never mind what he says, my dear.

You and I together will manage him, we'll make him say just what we please, so _that's_ settled!" In fact, Will's wooing seemed to belie the usual course of true love.
Upon it as upon everything else connected with him, the fates seemed to smile, and Colonel Vaughan was soon won over by Gwenda's persuasions.
"Well! pommy word, you know, Gwenda, I like the young fellow myself.
Somehow or other he has taken us by storm.

Of course, I should have been better pleased if he were Dr.Owen's son instead of his nephew." "Well, he is next thing to it, uncle," said the girl coaxingly.

"He is his adopted son, and will inherit all his wealth, and you know how necessary it is for me to marry a rich man, as I haven't a penny myself.