"Oh! well--quite well, and as happy as a bird since Will is married."

"Since Will is married! How can that be if he has deserted her and
married another woman? I never thought Will would do that! And who
has he married?

"A lady, Gethin! Miss Gwenda Vaughan of Nantmyny--didst ever hear such
a thing?--and as sweet a girl as ever lived!"

"Well, well, and so Will has married a lady? Well, that's his choice,
mine would never lie that way; a simple country lass for me, or else
none at all, and most likely 'twill be that. Well, we may say good-bye
to Will. I suppose we sha'n't see much more of him."

"Perhaps not."

"But 'tis Morva I'm thinking of, Sara; how does she bear it? She is
hiding her grief from you--she loved him, I know she loved him! and for
him to turn from her and give his love to another must have been a
cruel grief to her."

"Gethin," said the old woman, "she never loved him. She promised to
marry him when she was a child, before she knew what love meant, but
since she has grown up her heart has been refusing to keep the promise
which bound her to Will. She has tried over and over again to get her
freedom; like those poor birds we see caught in the net sometimes, she
has fluttered and fluttered, but all in vain; and when the letter came
from Will to Garthowen telling his father of the wonderful marriage
that was coming so near, 'twas as if someone had broken the net and let