"Ivor!" was all her answer.
And then, with the ridiculous combination of the commonplace and the romantic, their first embarrassed words were the usual remarks upon the weather.
"'Tis tewi brâf!" said Gwladys, who was the first to recover self-possession.
"Brâf, indeed!" said Ivor. "Wilt not sit down again?"
But she hesitated.
"Come!" he said, arranging the bundle of fern; "and will I sit by thy side?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Gwladys, looking round, as if for inspiration.
"Yes," said Ivor, laughing at her embarrassment; "look round at earth, sea, and sky, and see if thou canst find a reason why I should not sit on this bank beside thee?"
"Well, indeed, I suppose there isn't one whatever," she answered, laughing, and sitting down on the furze again, while Ivor stretched himself on the grass beside her.
Both felt the enchantment of the hour, and both endeavoured to relieve the tension by falling into a commonplace remark.