"Forgive him? Fancy Gethin Owens _forgiving_ anyone! as if he was such
a good man himself! especially his own father! I have nothing to
forgive; he did me no harm, poor old man. And if all the world is
going to turn against him because his love for his son did prove
stronger than his honesty, why! it's home to Garthowen I'll go, to
cheer him and to love him, and to show the world that I for one will
stick to him, weak or strong, upright or sinful!"

"Gethin bâch! thou know'st what real love is! Love that no folly or
weakness, or even sin, in the dear one can alter. That is what I have
come to fetch; a son to support and comfort my old friend in his latter
days. Gwilym Morris is good and kind to him, and Ann--thou know'st
they are married these four years?"

"Yes, Jim Brown told me, and I was very glad."

"But 'tis his own son he is longing for. ''Tis my boy Gethin I want to
see,' he says; 'he was so kind to me.'"

"Did he say that?"

"That did he."

"Diwss anwl! I never knew he cared a button for me."

He was longing to ask for Morva.

"Thee hasn't asked for Morva yet," said Sara.

"Is she well?"