of the strange dream will gently steal over me, and I shall be the better able to tell you presently of all the love I have stored up in my heart these many long years for my unknown mother. Indeed I have ever felt drawn to you with strange affection, yet I never dreamed of being your child, and it still seems to me too wonderful for truth!" "As yet, sweet one," said Lady Bryn Afon, "it must be truth to you and me alone. Tell me, my child, since I have borne my sad secret these many weary years alone, will you be brave enough to share it yet awhile with me only?" "Your will is mine, sweet mother," said Primrose gently. "As yet I have no thought but for you--that we have found each other. It shall be enough till you are pleased to tell me more." "You shall hear more anon," said Lady Bryn Afon. "That is my brave daughter. Now let me take you to your chamber, where I will tend you on this first evening with my own hands, and afterwards, when we have supped, and you are refreshed after your journey, we will have much talk together." [Illustration: "'MY DARLING--MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER!' SHE MURMURED."] Primrose followed her newly-found mother to the apartment prepared for her, and suffered herself to be tenderly waited upon and cared for, feeling as though she were in a trance, from which she would surely awake presently, to find herself once more in her own tiny chamber, looking out upon the rippling Gwynnon. And through the evening meal which followed, when, in kind consideration for her fatigue and strange new feelings, Lady Bryn Afon dismissed her powdered attendants, and waited upon herself and her daughter in quiet new enjoyment, she could hardly speak, or even think clearly, for the whirling of her brain at the thought of the strange things which had befallen her.