"The church is close to my uncle's property, and as he has always
wished me to make my home at Isderi, he now proposes that we should be
married at once, and take his house off his hands, only letting him
live on with us, which I think neither you nor I will object to. There
is no regular vicarage, so this arrangement seems all that could be
desired. Does my darling agree?" etc., etc.


Of course "his darling" agreed, stipulating only that their marriage
should take place in London, for she thought this plan would obviate
the necessity for inviting her husband's relations to her wedding, and
still cause them no pain.

Will was delighted with the suggestion, for he had not been without
some secret twinges of compunction at the idea of being married at
Castell On, and still having none of his people at the wedding. That,
of course, in his own and his uncle's opinion was quite out of the
question; and so the matter was settled.

* * * * * *

One day there was great excitement at Garthowen.

"Well, Bendigedig!" [1] said Magw under her breath, as crossing the
farmyard she met Mr. Price the vicar making his way through the stubble
to the house-door, "well, Bendigedig! there's grand we are getting.
Day before yesterday a lady on horseback, to-day Price the vicare
coming to see the mishteer! Well, well! Oh, yes, sare," she said
aloud, in answer to the vicar's inquiry, "he's there somewhere, or he
was there when I was there just now, but if he is not there he must be