e of you, and I've no doubt it will please the young man
very much. I declare he looks like a gentleman."

"And speaks like one," said Gwenda.

"Yes; pommy word I don't know what's the world coming to!"

"Very nice people those Vaughans, I should think," said Gwilym Morris,
as he and Will tramped homewards in the evening.

"H'm! yes," said Will; "I daresay they thought they were honouring me
very much by their notice; but, mind you, Gwilym, in a few years I'll
show them I can hold up my head with any of them."

"Will," said Gwilym, after a pause, "I am afraid for you, lad; I am
afraid of what the world will make of you. At Garthowen, with nothing
but the simple country ways around us, we escape many temptations; but
once we enter the world outside, even here in the market it reaches us,
that subtle insidious glamour which incites us, not to become what we
ought to be, but to appear different to what we are in reality."

"I can't follow you," said Will. "I suppose it is every man's duty to
try and get on as far as he can in the path of life which he has
chosen. I have chosen mine, and I don't mean to leave a stone unturned
which may help me on. Yon can't blame me for that, Gwilym."

"No, no! I suppose not; and yet--and yet--"

"And yet what?" asked Will irritably.

"You may get to the very top of the ladder, and then find it has not
been leaning against the right wall. That would be a poor success,
Will."

"Well, well!" he said, as they entered the farmyard, "what's the matter
with you to-night? You wait a few years, give me only a chance, and
you'll be proud of your old pupil."

When they had separated, Gwilym looked after him thoughtfully.

"I wonder will I, indeed!" he said.

* * * * * *

It was late in the evening when Morva made her way to the cliffs to
meet her lover. The moor was bathed in a flood of silver moonlight,
the sea below was lighted up by the same serene effulgence, and the
silence of night was only broken by the trickle of the mill stream down
in the valley, the barking of the dogs on the distant farms, and the
secret scurry of a rabbit under the furze bushes.

As she neared the edge of the cliff, the peace and beauty of the scene
impressed her eye but did not reach her heart, which was beating with a
strange unrest.

In the dark shadow of the crags on the cliff side Will was waiting for
her. He had been there some time, and was a little nettl