fair a share of our goodwill towards him, hath retired into some corner to blush unseen." "Bid him from me to take some thought for the body," said Lady Bryn Afon, "nor grow too pale and spirit-like over his books for this workaday world. An he will wage a successful war against the intemperance in our midst, he must needs have strength for the task. It is verily a crying sin, and I pray his labours may bring forth fruit. I would speak a word aside with you, Rosamond, an our friends will deem it not amiss, for I may not at present see you again in these parts, since I journey to-morrow towards London to rejoin my lord." While bidding farewell to the vicar and his young charge, about an hour after Lady Bryn Afon's departure, Lady Rosamond whispered in the ear of Primrose; "I pray you, sweet child, to grant the favour my Lady Bryn Afon asks of you, for she sorely stands in need of comfort." And Primrose answered; "At my mother's bidding, I will indeed gladly do so." So the grey mare turned her back upon Caer Caradoc, and bore her riders swiftly back through the valley, bright with the evening sunlight, and at the cottage by the riverside the vicar deposited his fair young charge, weary, yet full of happiness after her day's pleasure, and as yet feeling herself too much in Dreamland to realise the possible parting for a season from her foster-father, which was before her. As she sought her pillow, one regret only lingered in her mind, and that was, that "Sir Galahad," the musician, had not revealed himself! She would fain have seen one who could discourse such sweet music, and who bore, as it seemed, all the graces and virtues of her hero. It was good to think that there existed at the least one living man worthy to bear the noble name of that stainless knight of old, even though it were given him but in jest; and as she thus pondered, the sounds of the organ seemed to mingle with the music of the waters beneath her casement, and softly lulled her to sleep.