gazed upon my unwilling palm ere I could withdraw it." "I hope she prophesied nought but good concerning you?" said Primrose somewhat shyly. "I will not reveal her forebodings," he answered with a laugh, yet with a flush suffusing his countenance for a moment. "They were worth nought, and such folly were best not repeated. But I will visit the poor soul again while we remain in this neighbourhood, and do what lies in my power for the comfort of her mind and body. Perhaps Lady Bryn Afon would allow me to escort herself and you thither one afternoon? A pillion on the back of one of our worthy host's stout farm-steeds would convey you both in comfort and safety, and I would fain have you see the beauty of the wild and lonesome spot, whence issue the springs of your fair river Gwynnon. And in my charge you will not fear the old gipsy's uncouth speeches, should she again emerge from her secret cavern?" "I would much like to see her too in her strange home," said Primrose, "for I am well used to her wild figure and rude rhymes, and have no fear of her. And I have long wished to see the beautiful caves where the Gwynnon rises. You will let us go, will you not, dear madam, some day when you are not too much fatigued?" "Willingly," she answered, "for while we remain in this beautiful spot we shall do well to see all we may of its neighbourhood. On the morrow, if Master Vere's duties permit, we will make our expedition, and carry with us such comforts as the poor soul may find acceptable." So, on the forenoon of the day following, the little cavalcade set forth, the two ladies mounted on the back of a stout cart-horse, while the chaplain walked at their side, beguiling the time with recounting many ancient legends of the country-side, and with much learned discourse on the subject of his crusade against the evils of intoxicating drinks, upon which subject he waxed eloquent under fire of Lady Bryn Afon's searching questions, proving himself to have inquired into the matter with no prejudiced mind, but with a calm judgment and a deep study both of books and of human nature which could not be gainsayed. And in favour of his views he quoted many excellent passages from the writings of his revered friend, Master George Herbert, with whom, as a boy, he had been wont to hold much converse on this particular matter, and whose example of sobriety and godliness had inspired him with a zeal and courage which he confessed humbly that he might otherwise have sorely lacked. And so, listening to his talk, and to the quaint yet charming verses of his sainted friend, over which his lips lingered in loving utterance, the rough travelling appeared to come to only too speedy an ending, and the wondrous caverns were reached ere either of the fair travellers had a thought of weariness.