of listening to his masterful lectures. It is true, is it not, that he is already chosen by our Lord Bryn Afon to be his chaplain after his ordination?" "Yes, he is so honoured, if honour it be," answered Lady Rosamond; "but he has yet over a year to wait ere he is of age for the taking of Holy Orders, and beyond that a couple more years of self-imposed waiting. I warrant you I spare him not for his presumption in opening his mouth in public ere he is of sufficient age and discretion to enter the pulpit! And that, as you see, he has no mind to enter yet awhile, since he has made this fixed resolve not to seek ordination before the age of five-and-twenty, in order (as I must suppose) that he may, after two added years of study, wield yet more weighty weapons of learning and oratory! He is verily a Quixotic youth, but my husband and I regard him with an unbounded admiration, and shall grudge to relinquish him to our neighbours of Bryn Afon, since we at present enjoy his company some two or three times in a year. You must know that his course at Cambridge is now completed, and he has this past Easter-tide taken his degree with splendid honours, which have driven him forth to hide awhile his blushing countenance abroad, in company with his bosom friend, Master Jeremy Taylor, who has likewise marvellously well acquitted himself. After the vacation is ended they will grace the sister University with their talents, having both had Fellowships at the College of All Souls, in the city of Oxford, conferred upon them in reward for their labours. Greatly rejoiced are they, I warrant you, at so pleasing an opportunity for continuation of their mutual study and delight in one another's society! Our neighbour, the Earl of Carbery, across the river, is vastly taken with young Master Taylor, but he is scarce likely to bury himself in a Welsh chaplaincy or remote town hereabouts, having before him excellent prospects of preferment in England. The eye of Archbishop Laud is said to be upon him, and I doubt not he will make his mark in the Church one day, as might my friend Percival Vere likewise do easily enough, but that I fear neither eye of king or archbishop hath power to stir within him aught of earthly ambition, his whole soul being given to the saving of us all from the bitter fate of the drunkard! Ah, well, he will find a stauncher supporter of his strange theories in Lady Bryn Afon than in me, and indeed, were I in her place, I might see greater cause to agree with him." "How so?" asked Primrose wonderingly. "He that must needs shoot does well to find a high mark for his arrows, child," said Lady Rosamond; "and our apostle of temperance will find such a mark easily enough, I promise you. But this is idle talk, to pass no further than betwixt us two. Come, I hear the gong sound for our midday meal, and my lord will chide me if I tarry." And like some gay butterfly she fluttered off to the banqueting-hall, her arm