Does my darling agree ?" etc., etc.
Of course "his darling" agreed, stipulating only that their marriage should take place in London, for she thought this plan would obviate the necessity for inviting her husband's relations to her wedding, and still cause them no pain.
Will was delighted with the suggestion, for he had not been without some secret twinges of compunction at the idea of being married at Castell On, and still having none of his people at the wedding.

That, of course, in his own and his uncle's opinion was quite out of the question; and so the matter was settled.
* * * * * * One day there was great excitement at Garthowen.
"Well, Bendigedig!" [1] said Magw under her breath, as crossing the farmyard she met Mr.Price the vicar making his way through the stubble to the house-door, "well, Bendigedig! there's grand we are getting.
Day before yesterday a lady on horseback, to-day Price the vicare coming to see the mishteer! Well, well! Oh, yes, sare," she said aloud, in answer to the vicar's inquiry, "he's there somewhere, or he was there when I was there just now, but if he is not there he must be somewhere else.

Ann will find him." And she jerked her thumb towards the house as Mr.Price continued his way laughing.
"I am come again," said the genial vicar, shaking hands with Ebben Owens, whom he found deeply studying the almanac, "I am come to congratulate you on your son's good fortune.

I hear he has been given the living of Llanisderi, and I think he will fill it very well.

You are a fortunate man to have so promising a son and such an influential brother, and I expect you will be still better pleased with the rest of my news.