Go, Morva, post my letter at Pont-y-fro, though 'tis Sunday night.

Good-night, girl, thou hast an old man's blessing.

For what it is worth," he added, under his breath, as the girl passed out of one door, while Gwilym and Ann entered at the other.
On their way home through the clear starlight, Gwilym had endeavoured to soothe Ann's distress, to point out to her how real a proof of repentance was her father's confession.

He reminded her of the joy amongst the angelic host over one sinner that repenteth! but his words failed to make their usual impression upon her.

Shame, and contempt for her father's weakness were uppermost in her heart, and expressed upon her countenance, when she entered the kitchen.