otherwise　engaged。
  Ty　Glas　was　built　against　one　of　the　lower　rocks　of　Moel　Gest；　which；
  indeed；　formed　a　side　to　the　low；　lengthy　house。　　The　materials　of
  the　cottage　were　the　shingly　stones　which　had　fallen　from　above；
  plastered　rudely　together；　with　deep　recesses　for　the　small　oblong
  windows。　　Altogether；　the　exterior　was　much　ruder　than　Owen　had
  expected；　but　inside　there　seemed　no　lack　of　comforts。　　The　house　was
  divided　into　two　apartments；　one　large；　roomy；　and　dark；　into　which
  Owen　entered　immediately；　and　before　the　blushing　Nest　came　from　the
  inner　chamber　（for　she　had　seen　the　young　Squire　coming；　and　hastily
  gone　to　make　some　alteration　in　her　dress）；　he　had　had　time　to　look
  around　him；　and　note　the　various　little　particulars　of　the　room。
  Beneath　the　window　（which　commanded　a　magnificent　view）　was　an　oaken
  dresser；　replete　with　drawers　and　cupboards；　and　brightly　polished　to
  a　rich　dark　colour。　　In　the　farther　part　of　the　room　Owen　could　at
  first　distinguish　little；　entering　as　he　did　from　the　glaring
  sunlight；　but　he　soon　saw　that　there　were　two　oaken　beds；　closed　up
  after　the　manner　of　the　Welsh：　　in　fact；　the　domitories　of　Ellis
  Pritchard　and　the　man　who　served　under　him；　both　on　sea　and　on　land。
  There　was　the　large　wheel　used　for　spinning　wool；　left　standing　on
  the　middle　of　the　floor；　as　if　in　use　only　a　few　minutes　before；　and
  around　the　ample　chimney　hung　flitches　of　bacon；　dried　kids'…flesh；
  and　fish；　that　was　in　process　of　smoking　for　winter's　store。
  Before　Nest　had　shyly　dared　to　enter；　her　father；　who　had　been
  mending　his　nets　down　below；　and　seen　Owen　winding　up　to　the　house；
  came　in　and　gave　him　a　hearty　yet　respectful　welcome；　and　then　Nest；
  downcast　and　blushing；　full　of　the　consciousness　which　her　father's
  advice　and　conversation　had　not　failed　to　inspire；　ventured　to　join
  them。　　To　Owen's　mind　this　reserve　and　shyness　gave　her　new　charms。
  It　was　too　bright；　too　hot；　too　anything　to　think　of　going　to　shoot
  teal　till　later　in　the　day；　and　Owen　was　delighted　to　accept　a
  hesitating　invitation　to　share　the　noonday　meal。　　Some　ewe…milk
  cheese；　very　hard　and　dry；　oat…cake；　slips　of　the　dried　kids'…flesh
  broiled；　after　having　been　previously　soaked　in　water　for　a　few
  minutes；　delicious　butter　and　fresh　butter…milk；　with　a　liquor　called
  〃diod　griafol〃　（made　from　the　berries　of　the　Sorbus　aucuparia；
  infused　in　water　and　then　fermented）；　composed　the　frugal　repast；　but
  there　was　something　so　clean　and　neat；　and　withal　such　a　true
  welcome；　that　Owen　had　seldom　enjoyed　a　meal　so　much。　　Indeed；　at
  that　time　of　day　the　Welsh　squires　differed　from　the　farmers　more　in
  the　plenty　and　rough　abundance　of　their　manner　of　living　than　in　the
  refinement　of　style　of　their　table。
  At　the　present　day；　down　in　Llyn；　the　Welsh　gentry　are　not　a　wit
  behind　their　Saxon　equals　in　the　expensive　elegances　of　life；　but
  then　（when　there　was　but　one　pewter…service　in　all　Northumberland）
  there　was　nothing　in　Ellis　Pritchard's　mode　of　living　that　grated　on
  the　young　Squire's　sense　of　refinement。
  Little　was　said　by　that　young　pair　of　wooers　during　the　meal；　the
  father　had　all　the　conversation　to　himself；　apparently　heedless　of
  the　ardent　looks　and　inattentive　mien　of　his　guest。　　As　Owen　became
  more　serious　in　his　feelings；　he　grew　more　timid　in　their　expression；
  and　at　night；　when　they　returned　from　their　shooting…excursion；　the
  caress　he　gave　Nest　was　almost　as　bashfully　offered　as　received。
  This　was　but　the　first　of　a　series　of　days　devoted　to　Nest　in
  reality；　though　at　first　he　thought　some　little　disguise　of　his
  object　was　necessary。　　The　past；　the　future；　was　all　forgotten　in
  those　happy　days　of　love。
  And　every　worldly　plan；　every　womanly　wile　was　put　in　practice　by
  Ellis　Pritchard　and　his　daughter；　to　render　his　visits　agreeable　and
  alluring。　　Indeed；　the　very　circumstance　of　his　being　welcome　was
  enough　to　attract　the　poor　young　man；　to　whom　the　feeling　so　produced
  was　new　and　full　of　charms。　　He　left　a　home　where　the　certainty　of
  being　thwarted　made　him　chary　in　expressing　his　wishes；　where　no
  tones　of　love　ever　fell　on　his　ear；　save　those　addressed　to　others；
  where　his　presence　or　absence　was　a　matter　of　utter　indifference；　and
  when　he　entered　Ty　Glas；　all；　down　to　the　little　cur　which；　with
  clamorous　barkings；　claimed　a　part　of　his　attention；　seemed　to
  rejoice。　　His　account　of　his　day's　employment　found　a　willing
  listener　in　Ellis；　and　when　he　passed　on　to　Nest；　busy　at　her　wheel
  or　at　her　churn；　the　deepened　colour；　the　conscious　eye；　and　the
  gradual　yielding　of　herself　up　to　his　lover…like　caress；　had　worlds
  of　charms。　　Ellis　Pritchard　was　a　tenant　on　the　Bodowen　estate；　and
  therefore　had　reasons　in　plenty　for　wishing　to　keep　the　young
  Squire's　visits　secret；　and　Owen；　unwilling　to　disturb　the　sunny　calm
  of　these　halcyon　days　by　any　storm　at　home；　was　ready　to　use　all　the
  artifice　which　Ellis　suggested　as　to　the　mode　of　his　calls　at　Ty
  Glas。　　Nor　was　he　unaware　of　the　probable；　nay；　the　hoped…for
  termination　of　these　repeated　days　of　happiness。　　He　was　quite
  conscious　that　the　father　wished　for　nothing　better　than　the　marriage
  of　his　daughter　to　the　heir　of　Bodowen；　and　when　Nest　had　hidden　her
  face　in　his　neck；　which　was　encircled　by　her　clasping　arms；　and
  murmured　into　his　ear　her　acknowledgment　of　love；　he　felt　only　too
  desirous　of　finding　some　one　to　love　him　for　ever。　　Though　not　highly
  principled；　he　would　not　have　tried　to　obtain　Nest　on　other　terms
  save　those　of　marriage：　　he　did　so　pine　after　enduring　love；　and
  fancied　he　should　have　bound　her　heart　for　evermore　to　his；　when　they
  had　taken　the　solemn　oaths　of　matrimony。
  There　was　no　great　difficulty　attending　a　secret　marriage　at　such　a
  place　and　at　such　a　time。　　One　gusty　autumn　day；　Ellis　ferried　them
  round　Penthryn　to　Llandutrwyn；　and　there　saw　his　little　Nest　become
  future　Lady　of　Bodowen。
  How　often　do　we　see　giddy；　coquetting；　restless　girls　become　sobered
  by　marriage？　　A　great　object　in　life　is　decided；　one　on　which　their
  thoughts　have　been　running　in　all　their　vagaries；　and　they　seem　to
  verify　the　beautiful　fable　of　Undine。　　A　new　soul　beams　out　in　the
  gentleness　and　repose　of　their　future　lives。　　An　indescribable
  softness　and　tenderness　takes　place　of　the　wearying　vanity　of　their
  former　endeavours　to　attract　admiration。　　Something　of　this　sort　took
  place　in　Nest　Pritchard。　　If　at　first　she　had　been　anxious　to　attract
  the　young　Squire　of　Bodowen；　long　before　her　marriage　this　feeling
  had　merged　into　a　truer　love　than　she　had　ever　felt　before；　and　now
  that　he　was　her　own；　her　husband；　her　whole　soul　was　bent　toward
  making　him　amends；　as　far　as　in　her　lay；　for　the　misery　which；　with　a
  woman's　tact；　she　saw　that　he　had　to　endure　at　his　home。　　Her
  greetings　were　abounding　in　delicately…expressed　love；　her　study　of
  his　tastes　unwearying；　in　the　arrangement　of　her　dress；　her　time；　her
  very　thoughts。
  No　wonder　that　he　looked　back　on　his　wedding…day　with　a　thankfulness
  which　is　seldom　the　result　of　unequal　marriages。　　No　wonder　that　his
  heart　beat　aloud　as　formerly　when　he　wound　up　the　little　path　to　Ty
  Glas；　and　sawkeen　though　the　winter's　wind　might　bethat　Nest　was
  standing　out　at　the　door　to　watch　for　his　dimly…seen　approach；　while
  the　candle　flared　in　the　little　window　as　a　beacon　to　guide　him
  aright。
  The　angry　words　and　unkind　actions　of　home　fell　deadened　on　his
  heart；　he　thought　of　the　love　that　was　surely　his；　and　of　the　new
  promise　of　love　that　a　short　time　would　bring　forth；　and　he　could
  almost　have　smiled　at　the　impotent　efforts　to　disturb　his　peace。
  A　few　more　months；　and　the　young　father　was　greeted　by　a　feeble
  little　cry；　when　he　hastily　entered　Ty　Glas；　one　morning　early；　in
  consequence　of　a　summons　conveyed　mysteriously　to　Bodowen；　and　the
  pale　mother；　smiling；　and　feebly　holding　up　her　babe　to　its　father's
  kiss；　seemed　to　him　even　more　lovely　than　the　bright　gay　Nest　who　had
  won　his　heart　at　the　little　inn　of　Penmorfa。
  But　the　curse　was　at　work！　　The　fulfilment　of　the　prophecy　was　nigh
  at　hand！
  CHAPTER　II。
  It　was　the　autumn　after　the　birth　of　their　boy；　it　had　been　a
  glorious　summer；　with　bright；　hot；　sunny　weather；　and　now　the　year
  was　fading　away　as　seasonably　into　mellow　days；　with　mornings　of
  silver　mists　and　clear　frosty　nights。　　The　blooming　look　of　the　time
  of　flowers；　was　past　and　gone；　but　instead　there　were　even　richer
  tints　abroad　in　the　sun…coloured　leaves；　the　lichens；　the　golden
  blossomed　furze；　if　it　was　the　time　of　fading；　there　was　a　glory　in
  the　decay。
  Nest；　in　her　loving　anxiety　to　surround　her　dwelling　with　every　charm
  for　her　husband's　sake；　had　turned　gardener；　and　the　little　corners
  of　the　rude　court　before　the　house　were　filled　with　many　a　delicate
  mountain…flower；　transplanted　more　for　its　beauty　than　its　rarity。
  The　sweetbrier　bush　may　even　yet　be　seen