At Garthowen, with nothing but the simple country ways around us, we escape many temptations; but once we enter the world outside, even here in the market it reaches us, that subtle insidious glamour which incites us, not to become what we ought to be, but to appear different to what we are in reality." "I can't follow you," said Will.

"I suppose it is every man's duty to try and get on as far as he can in the path of life which he has chosen.

I have chosen mine, and I don't mean to leave a stone unturned which may help me on.

Yon can't blame me for that, Gwilym." "No, no! I suppose not; and yet--and yet--" "And yet what ?" asked Will irritably.
"You may get to the very top of the ladder, and then find it has not been leaning against the right wall.

That would be a poor success, Will." "Well, well!" he said, as they entered the farmyard, "what's the matter with you to-night?
You wait a few years, give me only a chance, and you'll be proud of your old pupil." When they had separated, Gwilym looked after him thoughtfully.
"I wonder will I, indeed!" he said.
* * * * * * It was late in the evening when Morva made her way to the cliffs to meet her lover.