And think how hard it must have been for him to bring himself to tell it all before the men who had thought so highly of him.

'Twas for Will's sake, but 'twas you that he wronged, Gethin, and that is what is breaking his heart." "Me!" said Gethin.

"Me?
He is not grieving for me, is he?
Poor old man! he did me no wrong; 'twas I by going away, brought the dishonour upon myself.

And he confessed it all!" "Yes," said Sara, "and made it all as black as he could.

Canst forgive him, Gethin ?" "Forgive him?
Fancy Gethin Owens _forgiving_ anyone! as if he was such a good man himself! especially his own father! I have nothing to forgive; he did me no harm, poor old man.