"Oh! these years and years. I had quite given them up, but he was always promising that when he sold his farm he would repay me. Now they have come just in time to furnish the new house, Ann."
"But why didn't you put them into the bank?" asked Will.
"'Twas too late, the bank was closed; but I will take them in to-morrow."
"I saw you talking to Gryny Lewis in the market," said Ebben Owens. "What were you saying to him? You weren't such a fool as to tell him you had received the 40 pounds?"
"Well, yes, indeed I did," replied Gwilym.
"Well, I wouldn't tell him. Don't forget how he stole from Jos
Hughes's till."
"Well, indeed, I never remembered that. Oh, I'll take care of them," he said, tying them once more in his bag, and returning them to his pocket. "I'll put them in my drawer to-night, and to-morrow I'll take them to the bank."
When Morva returned they were still discussing the preacher's good fortune in the recovery of the loan which he had almost despaired of.
"Oh, there's glad I am!" said the girl; and Gethin put in a word of congratulation as he sauntered out to take a last look at the horses.
Long before ten the whole household had retired for the night. Ann and Morva slept in a small room on the first landing, just beyond which, up two steps, ran a long passage, into which the other bedrooms opened.