“Cadwgan, my dear child, has now a great deal to do. Since his promotion, doubtless his time is fully occupied.”
“I should like to see a likeness of the young lady to whom he refers in his letters. If the description he gives be anything approaching the truth, she must be queen both in personal appearance and purity of mind.”
“Do you refer to Miss Jones, my child?”
“Yes, aunt bach; I refer certainly to her. I think my naughty brother is in love with her.”
“It will be an excellent match, Gwenfan, for Miss Jones is an only child of very rich parents.”
“I was not aware, aunt, that Mr. Jones was a person of great wealth, though I thought he was well to do.”
“It is said, that her papa will give her £50,000 on the morning of her marriage, with the certainty of farther expectations.”
“Well, I should like to see Cadwgan settled, if he had a kind, good, and loving wife. For myself, aunty, I intend to remain single, and be like you, an old maid.”
“Oh, you do, do you? You will alter your opinion, I’ll be bound when the right man comes.”
“But will the right man come, aunty? Never, never, say I.”