"Cheer up, father bach," she said, trying to speak cheerfully, though her own voice trembled, and her eyes were full of tears.

"No doubt he meant to come, or he would have written, but I'm thinking they pressed him so much that he couldn't refuse." "Yes, yes," said the old man in a weak voice; "no doubt, no doubt! _'tis all right_, Ann; 'tis the hand of God." Ann thought he was wandering a little, and tried to turn his thoughts by speaking of the sermon.
"'Twas a beautiful sermon, father, I have never heard a better, not even from Jones Bryn y groes." "Yes, I should think 'twas a good sermon, though I couldn't understand the English well; only the text 'twas coming in very often 'Lord, try me and see if there be any wicked way in me,'" and he repeated several times as he drove home "'any wicked way in me.' Yes, yes, 'tis all right!" When they reached home without Will, Gwilym Morris seemed to understand at once what had happened, and he helped the old man out of the car with a pat on his back and a cheery greeting.
"Well, there now! didn't I tell you how it would be?
Will had so many invitations he could not come back with you.

There was Captain Lewis Bryneiron said, 'You must come and dine with me!' and Colonel Vaughan Nantmyny said, 'He must come with me!' and be bound Sir John Hughes wanted him to go to Plasdu; so, poor fellow, he _had_ to go, and we've got to eat our splendid dinner ourselves! Come along; such a goose you never saw!" Ebben Owens said nothing, as he walked into the house, stooping more than usual, and looking ten years older.
There was dire disappointment in the kitchen, too, when the dinner came out scarcely tasted.
It is not to be supposed that by such observant eyes as Gwenda's, the Garthowen car, with the waiting Ann and the old man hovering about, had escaped unnoticed.

Nay! To her quick perception the whole event revealed itself in a flash of intuition.

They were waiting there for Will.