"If it would not tire Miss Powell to show it me—"
"Oh, no! I can take you by it to the west gate, it will shorten your way home."
"But not yet, here is tea," said Mrs. Power; and they were soon chatting over all the parish news.
At last Ellis rose to go, and Gwladys, putting on a broad-brimmed straw hat, passed out before him through the window—Mrs. Power detaining them with endless directions as to where to stop, where to turn to look at the sun through the fir trees, where to look back for a view of the house, etc., etc.
"This walk is lovely," said Ellis, as he watched the graceful movements of his companion, who glided over the velvet carpet of moss with noiseless footsteps, reminding him of a guardian spirit who walked silently beside some hum-drum man of the world.
"I wonder Valmai never mentioned you to me," she said.
"Did she not?" he asked thoughtfully. "Did she never mention
Abersethin, Brynderyn, and the Berwen?"
"No, they are all strange names to me, except Abersethin; she lived there after her return from Patagonia."
Ellis was lost in thought again. "I should like to have seen her; I have something important to discuss with her."
"She is coming here the week after next, and then you can speak to her about this interesting subject," said Gwladys.