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Here, sit down, sir, on my wheelbarrow; this news is shake you very much, I see." Cardo felt compelled to take the proffered seat on the wheelbarrow, so completely overcome was he by Shoni's information. "Go on, Shoni," he said, "make haste." "Well! she wass walk up and down the shore, and always looking out over the sea; the sailors wass often watch her.
In the early dawn, while Valmai still slept, Shoni's "yo-hoy!" was heard from the rocks, through which he was guiding his boat. Nance opened her door, and, in the gray of the morning, the "big box" was brought in and safely deposited in the tiny bedroom, which it nearly filled. "Good-bye," said Shoni. "Take care of her, and if she wants anything get it for her, and remember I will pay you."
"That's Ogo Wylofen," he said. "Ach y fi!" said Shoni, with a shudder, "wherr you bin when you painted that?" "At the mouth of the cave in a boat. It is magnificent, that rushing water, those weird wailings, and the mysterious figures of spray which pass up into the dark fissures." But this was far above Shoni's head.
"How did you manage to escape Shoni's shrewd eyes in such finery?" "I put my scarlet cloak on and drew the hood over my head, and it tumbled my hair," she said, with a little wan smile. Already the glamour of the wedding was giving way to the sorrow of parting. "I had my hat under my cloak. Oh, anwl! I am getting quite a deceitful girl!" Cardo winced; was he sullying the pure soul?
Shoni begins to ask me suspiciously, 'Wherr you going again, Valmai? I am sure we could not go on much longer meeting here without his interference." "How dreadful to have Shoni's red hair and gaitered legs dogging our footsteps in this fairy dell." "To whom does this sweet valley belong, Cardo? To you?" "To my father.
"Well, indeed," he continued, "the preacher on Sunday night told us the end of the world was coming, and now I believe it!" and he put down his wheel-barrow, and stood stock still while the visitors approached. "Borau-da!" said the Vicare, in a constrained voice. "Borau-da," was all Shoni's answer, and seeing a dogged look come into his face, Lewis Wynne took the lead in the conversation.
"Twt, twt," said Shoni, interrupting, "you wass no need to ask Essec Powell. The gentleman is kom to-morrow to make a picksher on Corwen and me." Valmai could not resist a smile at Shoni's English, which broke the ice between her and Gwynne Ellis; and as Shoni disappeared round the corner of the barn, she gave him her hand, frankly saying: "Good-bye, Mr. Ellis; I must go in to tea."
He took him for one of the "walking tramps" who infested the neighbourhood, and made an easy living out of the hospitable Welsh farmers. Valmai saw Shoni's mistake, and rebuked him in Welsh. "There is nothing to pardon," she said, turning to Mr. Ellis, "and if there is anything here that you would like to paint, I am sure my uncle would be quite willing. Will I go and ask him?"
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