"I am sure they would; in fact, I can give you my word for it." "Well, indeed," he said, laying his book upside down carefully on the table, "that will make me a happy man. I can soon pay off Shoni, and then I can sleep at night without feeling that my servant is my master; and, more than all, I can give all my time to my book that I am writing." "What is it?" said the Vicar, no longer able to restrain his interest in the old books which littered the table. "Well, it is the history of our own county from as far back as I can trace it; and, oh! you wouldn't believe," he said, "how many interesting facts I have gathered together. I was not meant for a preacher, and I am getting too old and worn-out to travel about the country. I would like to give up preaching and spend all my time with my books. And with 150 pounds a year! Why, I would be a prince indeed!" "Well, you may tell your congregation next Sunday," said Lewis Wynne, "that they had better take heed to their own ways now, for that you are going to retire from the ministry." "And thank God for that," said Essec Powell; "it will be enough for me to look after my own wicked ways. Indeed, I feel I am not fit to teach others ever since I turned Valmai out of the house." "I see you have here 'Mona Antiqua,'" said the Vicar. "I have a copy in very good preservation, and I am sure I might be able to give you a good many interesting facts for your book gathered from some old MSS. which I found stowed away in the old church tower." "Can you, now? can you, indeed?" And the two antiquarians bent with deep interest over the musty books on the table. Two hours slipped away very pleasantly to the two old men before the visitors took their departure. At the door Essec Powell held Lewis Wynne's hand for a moment. "Do you think the little gel will forgive me? and do you think the young fellow will find her?" "Yes, I think he will; and if all he says of her be true, I am sure she will forget and forgive the past. Of course, you had some excuse, in the mystery and doubt surrounding her at the time." "Two hours you bin there," said Shoni, as they passed him in the yard. "I wass just kom in to see if you wass all asleep. Good-bye, sir." He touched his hat respectfully to the Vicar; and as he returned to the house to dinner he muttered to himself several times: "End of the world! I am sure of it! End of the world!" [1] Poor fellow. [2] Good-morning. CHAPTER XVIII. THE VELVET WALK. "Are you going out so late, dear?" said Mrs. Power, as she crossed the hall, where Gwladys was reaching a wrap from some hooks on the wall. "Yes, auntie, such a lovely evening--quite like spring; I can't resist it. I will put on the cloak Valmai left, and I shall be quite warm." "Yes, and the very image of her," said Mrs. Power, looking after her through the glass of the front door.