"Yes, not far off; round the edge of the cliffs, under Moel Hiraethog."
"Oh! I know," said Cardo; "the mill in the valley?"
"No, round the next shore, and up to the top of the cliff is our house."
"Traeth Berwen? That is where I live!"
"Well, indeed!"
"Yes, I am Caradoc Wynne, and I live at Brynderyn."
"Oh! are you Cardo Wynne? I have heard plenty about you, and about your father, the 'Vicare du.'"
"Ah! poor old dad! I daresay you have not heard much good of him; the people do not understand him."
"Well, indeed, the worst I have heard of him is that he is not very kind to you; that he is making you to work on the farm, when you ought to be a gentleman."
"That is not true," said Cardo, flushing in the darkness; "it is my wish to be a farmer; I like it better than any other work; it is my own free choice. Besides, can I not be a farmer and a gentleman too? Where could I be so happy as here at home, where my ancestors have lived for generations?"