A clergyman! a gentleman! with a lady to wife! What would he say when he heard that his father was a thief?
He made a full and ample confession, adding no extenuating circumstances and making no excuses.

He wrote slowly and laboriously, Morva meanwhile rifling Ann's work-box for a seal.
"There's beautiful writing for an old man," she said at last, as Ebben Owens toiled through the address, his tongue following every movement of the pen.

"Now, here's the seal, and I will put the letter in the post at once, and then your mind will be easy." "Easy!" he said, leaning his head on his folded arms; "'tis my son, girl, my beloved son, whose love and respect I am cutting off from me for ever.

Tell thy mother, too; let them all know what I am.

Here come Ann and Gwilym; perhaps they will be as hard upon me as I deserve." Here Tudor again laid his soft head on the table beside his master's, and the old man passed his arm round the dog's neck.
"Yes--yes, 'machgen i, I know I have thee still.