"What a good bidding Gwen has had," she said, examining her plate shyly.
It was the general opinion, but Ivor did not agree with it. He shrugged his shoulders, and said:
"A bad bidding I call it. I have not seen thee to speak a word to to-day."
The pattern on Gwladys' plate seemed to interest her still more.
"The Mishteer has been making me laugh about the Abersethin Eisteddfod," she said.
"Yes—I was glad to see him so lively; it is seldom he speaks to a woman; and a good thing they say, for they all fall in love with him."
"Wel, indeed, there is something very nice about him," said Gwladys. "I can't think how Mari Vone refused him. She did once, they say."
"Yes, so I have heard. Not often do parted lovers become such good friends as they are."
While he had been speaking, he had poured out a glass of the foaming cwrw which Siencyn had just brought in, and he held it towards the girl, who shook her head, saying, "I prefer tea."
"But thou'lt drink from my hand," he said, in a low tone; and Gwladys, knowing that a refusal to the request, "Drink from my hand," would be reckoned an insult, smilingly took the glass and put her lips to it.