"Was that Will?" said Ann, looking round.

"Yes," said her father faintly, looking about him in a dazed, confused
manner. He put his hand to his head and turned very pale.

Ann was out of the car in a moment, flinging the reins to the stable
boy who stood at Bowler's head.

"Come, father anwl!" she said, supporting the old man's tottering
steps, for he would have fallen had she not passed her strong arm round
him. "Come, we'll go home. You will be better once we are out of the
town," and with great difficulty she got him into the car. "Cheer up,
father bâch," she said, trying to speak cheerfully, though her own
voice trembled, and her eyes were full of tears. "No doubt he meant to
come, or he would have written, but I'm thinking they pressed him so
much that he couldn't refuse."

"Yes, yes," said the old man in a weak voice; "no doubt, no doubt!
_'tis all right_, Ann; 'tis the hand of God."

Ann thought he was wandering a little, and tried to turn his thoughts
by speaking of the sermon.

"'Twas a beautiful sermon, father, I have never heard a better, not
even from Jones Bryn y groes."

"Yes, I should think 'twas a good sermon, though I couldn't understand
the English well; only the text 'twas coming in very often 'Lord, try
me and see if there be any wicked way in me,'" and he repeated several
times as he drove home "'any wicked way in me.' Yes, yes, 'tis all