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Your imagination is weaving a picture which is far beside the truth. You have not guessed badly. I do love Valmai, Corwen's mistress, and I wish to God the rest of the picture were true." "Pooh! my dear fellow, 'the course of true love, you know, etc., etc. It will all come right in time, of course; these things always do. I'll manage it all for you.
Valmai nodded playfully to Cardo and his friend as they drew near, and, taking Corwen's soft, white ear, drew her towards them with many endearing terms. "Come then, my queen, dere di, come along, then, and show your beautiful brown eyes, and your pretty white curls. Here we are, Mr.
"To-morrow I am to go to the field and paint Corwen and Valmai has promised to come and make a daisy chain for the occasion." "Has she indeed?" said Cardo, with great interest. "She would not promise me. I believe she loves to see me miserable." "Well, cheer up," said Ellis, "for I shall be a precious long time at those curls of Corwen's and those expressive brown eyes.
"Good-bye," he said, "I will venture to bring my paints to-morrow to Corwen's field. And you you will keep your promise to come and make the daisy chain?" "Well, indeed, I can't promise, but I will try, whatever." "And then you will honour me by looking over my portfolio." "And the Vicar objects to that girl," he exclaimed to himself, as he proceeded down the path to the shore.
She wore a simple white frock, her fair, broad forehead was shaded by a white sun-bonnet, and she carried a wreath of moon daisies, which she flung over Corwen's neck who was grazing peacefully among the buttercups, ignorant of the honour awaiting her.
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