Some Jones of Llan something, and you never heard such a rhodomontade in your life; but I went to sleep and escaped the worst of it--all about mortar, give you my word for it, Gwenda, and about not putting enough cowhair in the mortar." "Really!" she said, yawning.

"No wonder you went to sleep.

Were the Williamses there ?" "Yes, and the Griffiths of Plasdu, and the Henry Reeses, and Captain Scott is staying with them.

Well, I'm going to have a smoke." But at the door he turned round with a fresh bit of news.

"Oh, what d'ye think, Gwenda?
A young man stood up to read the lessons, and I couldn't for the life of me remember where I'd seen him before, and I bothered my brains about it all through the sermon till I fell asleep.
After service I asked Price the vicar, and who should he be but that young fellow who tackled the bull the other day?
Pommy word, he's a fine-looking fellow; got his arm in a sling, though." And he went out banging the door.
Gwenda pondered with a brightening look in her face.
The young man who seized the bull! How strange! Reading the lessons! What was the meaning of that?
And with his arm in a sling! It must have really required attention when he disappeared so mysteriously the other day.