There was no danger that she would take too harsh a view of his fault, for her love for Will was strong and abiding.

There was little doubt that in that wonderful weaving of life's pattern, which some people call "Fate" and some "Providence," Gwenda and Will had been meant for each other.
When she reached home she found a letter awaiting her--a letter in the square clear writing which she had learned to look for with happy longing.

She hastened to her room to read it.

It bore good tidings--first, that Will had acceded to Mr.Price's request to preach at Castell On the following Sunday; secondly and chiefly, that the living of Llanisderi had been offered him, and had been accepted.
"The church is close to my uncle's property, and as he has always wished me to make my home at Isderi, he now proposes that we should be married at once, and take his house off his hands, only letting him live on with us, which I think neither you nor I will object to.

There is no regular vicarage, so this arrangement seems all that could be desired.