Not even Will's marriage will make him happy. 'Tis breaking his heart
he is for the old close companionship. Will ought to come and see him
oftener. Poor 'n'wncwl Ebben! 'Tis sad to lose his two sons."

"Gethin will come home," said Sara; "and Ebben Owens will be happy
again."

Morva made no answer, but watched the sparks from the crackling furze,
as they flew up the chimney, and thought of the night when she had
stamped them out with her wooden shoe, and had dared the uncertainties
of the future. She was wiser now, and knew that life had its shadows
as well as its glowing sunshine. She had experienced the former, but
the sunshine was returning to her heart to-night in a full tide of joy,
for she had implicit confidence in her foster-mother's keen intuitions.

"Mother, what did you see, what did you hear, in that long trance? I
would like to know so much. Your body was here, but where was your
spirit?"

"I cannot tell, 'merch i. To me it was a dreamless sleep, but now that
I am awake I seem to know a great many things which were dark to me
before. You know it is always so with me when I have had my long
sleeps. They seem to brighten me up, and it appears quite natural to
me when the things that have been dark become plain."

She felt no surprise as the scenes and events of the recent past were
unfolded to her. She understood now why Gethin had gone away so
suddenly and mysteriously. Morva's love for him she saw with clear
insight, and, above all, the cause of Ebben Owens's increasing gloom.
How simple all was now, and how happy was she in the prospect of