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Updated: July 19, 2025
"I'll attend to them both when we get to Nantmyny," said Dr. Jones. "Keep her foot in that position, and be as quiet as possible, young man," said the colonel, and Will, though he resented the tone and the "young man," still felt a glow of satisfaction at the turn affairs had taken. To have sat in the Nantmyny carriage!
One was a lady of very ordinary appearance, but the other he recognised as Miss Vaughan of Nantmyny, a young lady whose beauty and pleasant manners were the frequent theme of the countryside gossip, "and no wonder," he thought, "she is pretty!"
"Drive slowly," said the colonel to his coachman, "and call at Dr. Jones's on your way. Can you spare time to come as far as Nantmyny?" he said, addressing Will. "Oh! yes, sir, certainly," he answered in good English. "Tis the right foot, I think," said the old gentleman, unbuttoning the boot. The girl opened her eyes. "Oh! uncle, it hurts," she said.
"Caton pawb!" he said, "a lady, and Morva is bringing her." Ann hastened to the front door, and Morva led the horse away, knowing well that she was leaving the visitor in hospitable hands. "I am Miss Vaughan of Nantmyny! I have been out hunting today, and on the top of the hill I felt so tired that I made up my mind to call here and ask if you would let me rest awhile." "Oh, certainly!
"Oh, 'tis nothing at all," said Will, not accustomed to think much of slight wounds or bruises. On arriving at Nantmyny he assisted in carrying her into the house. "Now," said the doctor, when they had laid her on a couch, "let me see, and I will look at your wrist afterwards. Young Owens of Garthowen, I think eh?"
Price the vicar, so the hours passed quickly away, until late in the afternoon when the crowd was a little thinning, the Nantmyny carriage passed through the street, within it Colonel Vaughan and his niece.
A few days later the announcement of his approaching marriage reached Garthowen, in a letter from Will himself, enclosing the unposted missive, which he had discovered in his pocket as he drove to Nantmyny on the previous Sunday.
I am going to finish with them all before long; I am not going to plod on here on the farm any longer; I am going to college, lass; I am going to pass my examination and be a clergyman, like Mr. Price, or like that young curate who was stopping with him a month ago. Didst see him, Morva? Such a gentleman! dressed so grand, and went from town in the Nantmyny carriage." Morva was still speechless.
I don't like the Nantmyny pew to be empty, you know. Good-bye." When the sounds of the carriage-wheels had died away, Gwenda took up one of the magazines and turned over the pages listlessly. She sighed a little wearily, and fell asleep a sleep which lasted until her uncle returned from church, and came blustering into the room.
"Yes, beautiful!" answered Will, rather absently. He was wondering whether all this was a dream that he, Will Owen of Garthowen Farm, was sitting here under the palms and exotics with Miss Gwenda Vaughan of Nantmyny. At last Gwenda rallied him. "You are dreaming," she said playfully. "I am afraid I am." At this moment the rest of the party appeared, and they all returned to the house together.
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