"No, be thankful you had a cool and collected head to guide you. See, here is a blank space at the bottom of one of these musty pages. It won't be at all _en regle_ to insert your marriage here; but I dare not bring the new register out of the other church; moreover, there may be another wedding soon, and then yours would be discovered." "What a genius you are!" said Cardo, while Gwynne Ellis wrote out in bold, black characters, under the faded old writing on the rest of the page, the certificate of Cardo and Valmai'a marriage. "There, you have tied a knot with your tongue that you can't untie with your teeth! Here is your marriage certificate, Mrs. Wynne. I need not tell you to keep it safely." Suddenly there was a rustling sound above them, which startled them all, and Cardo grasped Valmai hastily, to the great amusement of the young men. It was the white owl, who had solemnly watched the proceedings in the vestry, and now thought it time to take her flight through the broken wall. "There Cardo," said Valmai, "I said the white owl would be at our wedding, and the sea breeze, and the Berwen; I heard them both while you were writing your name." "Well now," said Gwynne Ellis, "Wilson, Chester, and I will leave you both, as I know what a short time you will have together." And with many congratulations and good wishes, the three young men left the old church, leaving Cardo and Valmai to their last words before parting. There was a ricketty, worm-eaten bench in the vestry, and here they sat down together. Cardo trying to keep up a cheerful demeanour, as he saw her face sadden and her eyes fill with tears. "How lovely you look, my darling," he said. "How did you manage to escape Shoni's shrewd eyes in such finery?" "I put my scarlet cloak on and drew the hood over my head, and it tumbled my hair," she said, with a little wan smile. Already the glamour of the wedding was giving way to the sorrow of parting. "I had my hat under my cloak. Oh, anwl! I am getting quite a deceitful girl!" Cardo winced; was he sullying the pure soul? But there was no time for retrospection, the minutes were fleeting rapidly by, he had to return to his breakfast with his father, who would expect his last hours to be spent with him. "When do you start from Brynderyn?" she asked, her voice growing lower and more sorrowful. "At two o'clock, love, punctually; the cart has already gone with my luggage. Valmai, how can I part from you--how can I leave you, my beloved, my wife?" "Oh, Cardo, Cardo!" was all her answer. She buried her face in her hands, and the tears trickled through her fingers. Cardo drew them away tenderly.