I am going to the meet to-morrow at Plasdu, 'twill be very little out of my way to go up to the farm and ask how the young fellow is." The next afternoon when he returned from the hunt, he brought a fresh item of news for his niece, for he pitied the girl lying there inactive, a state of existence which above all others would have galled him beyond measure.
"I called up at the farm, Gwenda, and saw our young friend with the lion locks.

He was crossing the farmyard with a book under his arm, which was still in a sling, but when I asked him about it he only laughed (splendid teeth all those Garthowens have, old Ebben's even are perfect)! He said his arm was quite well and he didn't know why Dr.
Hughes insisted upon keeping it in a sling.

If he could only be sure, he said, that the young lady's foot was not giving her more pain than he felt he would be glad.

I told him your foot was painful, but would soon be all right.

Well-spoken young man.