CHAPTER I.OURSELVES.
WE were three quiet, lonely old men, and SHE was a lively, handsome young woman, and we were at our wits' end what to do with her.
A word about ourselves, first of all--a necessary word, to explain the singular situation of our fair young guest.
We are three brothers; and we live in a barbarous, dismal old house called The Glen Tower.

Our place of abode stands in a hilly, lonesome district of South Wales.

No such thing as a line of railway runs anywhere near us.

No gentleman's seat is within an easy drive of us.

We are at an unspeakably inconvenient distance from a town, and the village to which we send for our letters is three miles off.
My eldest brother, Owen, was brought up to the Church.