"Didn't you have the letter ?" "No.

Tom said the boys in the streets had torn it in a scrimmage they had; but he gave me your message." "Well, come in and look on the settle then." In the shadow of the settle, Sara sat listening to the conversation, with a look of amusement in her eyes.
Gethin looked a moment into the dark corner, and, recognising her, took two steps in advance, with extended hands and a smiling greeting on his lips; but suddenly the whole expression of his face changed to one of anxiety and distrust.
"What is it," he said, "has brought you so far, Sara?
Is the old man dead ?" "Nonsense, no!" said Sara.
"Well, you wouldn't come so far to tell me Will was married." "Indeed I would, then," she said, rising.

"Come, thou foolish boy, didn't I say it was good news?
Oh! but thou hasn't had my letter." Gethin took both her hands between his own.
"Tis very kind of thee, Sara fach, but a letter would have brought me the news quite as safely.

Well! I wish him joy.

'Tisn't Gethin Owens is going to turn against his brother, because he has been a fortunate man, while I have been unfortunate.