Will saw it at once, and turned away to avoid recognition--for although nothing would have pleased him more, he was a man of great tact and common sense, and never spoiled a good chance by indiscreet intrusion.

As he turned away, Colonel Vaughan caught sight of him, and, stopping the carriage, beckoned to a bystander, who touched his hat with a knobbed stake from the hedge.
"Isn't that young Owens of Garthowen ?" "Iss, sare," said the man, knocking his hat again.
"Ask him to come here, then." And Will came, not too hurriedly, and with assumed nonchalance.
"Well, young man," said the colonel, "I want to know how your arm is ?" "It is quite well, thank you," said Will, carefully studying his accent.

"I hope," he added, taking off his hat and turning to Gwenda, who sat up interested, "I hope you are no longer suffering pain ?" "Very little, thank you.

I am so glad your arm is well again, and I am glad to have this opportunity of thanking you." And as Will prepared to withdraw again, lifting his hat and showing his tawny locks and his white teeth, Miss Vaughan placed her hand in his with a friendly good-bye.
The old colonel winced a little.
"I don't think you need have shaken hands with him, child; however, it was very nice of you, and I've no doubt it will please the young man very much.

I declare he looks like a gentleman." "And speaks like one," said Gwenda.
"Yes; pommy word I don't know what's the world coming to!" "Very nice people those Vaughans, I should think," said Gwilym Morris, as he and Will tramped homewards in the evening.
"H'm! yes," said Will; "I daresay they thought they were honouring me very much by their notice; but, mind you, Gwilym, in a few years I'll show them I can hold up my head with any of them." "Will," said Gwilym, after a pause, "I am afraid for you, lad; I am afraid of what the world will make of you.