"Ah, that"s it now! You are a sensible man; you come to the point at once. Well, I am very fond of making pictures."
"Sell them?"
"Oh no, just for my own pleasure; every man has his--"
"Crack!" said Shoni.
"Yes, crack, if you like," said Ellis, laughing, and opening his portfolio; "here are some of my cracks."
And they drew near the doorway, leaving Corwen much dissatisfied at the cessation of attentions.
Cardo and Valmai had disappeared. Shoni was fast losing his head to this fellow with the high nose and high voice, who evidently knew a sensible man when he saw him.
"There is Nance Owen"s cottage," said the artist, "at the back of the island; do you recognise it?"
Shoni was lost in admiration, but did not think it wise to show it, so he stood silent for some time, with his hands under his coat tails and his red-bearded chin first turned to one side and then to the other, as he looked with critical eyes at the pictures.
"It"s the very spit of the place," he said at last; "let"s see another."
And Ellis picked out his masterpiece.
"That"s Ogo Wylofen," he said.
"Ach y fi!" said Shoni, with a shudder, "wherr you bin when you painted that?"
"At the mouth of the cave in a boat. It is magnificent, that rushing water, those weird wailings, and the mysterious figures of spray which pa.s.s up into the dark fissures."
But this was far above Shoni"s head.
"Caton pawb, man!" he said, "not me would go in a boat to that hole for the world. It is a split in the earth, and those are ghosts or witches or something that walk in and out there; but anwl! anwl! you must be a witch yourself, I think, to put those things on paper. Oh, see that red sun, now, and the sea all red and yellow! Well, indeed!"
"Well, now," said Ellis, "I want to have a picture of Corwen."
"Yes, to-morrow, in the field, and me standing by her. I will put on my new gaiters."
"The young lady has gone to ask your master"s consent."
"The master!" said Shoni, locking the barn door; "pooh! "sno need to ask him. You kom to-morrow and make a picksher on Corwen and me.
Wherr you stop?"
"At Brynderyn."
"With the Vicare du? Oh, jar i!" said Shoni, taking off his hat to scratch his head, "there"s a pity now. Essec Powell will nevare be willing for that; but nevare you mind, you kom. Here"s Valmai."
Cardo was nowhere to be seen.
"I asked my uncle, sir," she said, "but I am sorry to say when he heard you were the Vicar"s friend he was not willing, but he did not say no."
"Twt, twt," said Shoni, interrupting, "you wa.s.s no need to ask Essec Powell. The gentleman is kom to-morrow to make a picksher on Corwen and me."
Valmai could not resist a smile at Shoni"s English, which broke the ice between her and Gwynne Ellis; and as Shoni disappeared round the corner of the barn, she gave him her hand, frankly saying:
"Good-bye, Mr. Ellis; I must go in to tea."
"Good-bye," he said, "I will venture to bring my paints to-morrow to Corwen"s field. And you--you will keep your promise to come and make the daisy chain?"
"Well, indeed, I can"t promise, but I will try, whatever."
"And then you will honour me by looking over my portfolio."
"And the Vicar objects to that girl," he exclaimed to himself, as he proceeded down the path to the sh.o.r.e. "What a sweet, sensitive mouth!
Oh, Cardo, Cardo Wynne, I can only say, as I said before, you are a lucky dog!"
He had wondered what had become of Cardo, but with his full appreciation of a secret love-affair, had had too much tact to ask Valmai, and was not much surprised to find him lying at full length on the sandy beach.
"Well, Wynne," he said, pretending to sulk a little, "you _did_ leave me in the lurch."
"Leave you in the lurch! my dear fellow, do forgive me. To tell the truth I forgot all about you until Valmai went indoors to find her uncle. I waited to see if she would come out again, but she never did.
I believe she was waiting until I had gone; she"s dreadfully chary of her company."
"Another charm," said Ellis; "one would get tired of an angel who was always _en evidence_. She is an ideal girl. Tell me when you are going to retire, old fellow, and then I will try my luck. That sweet mouth, though the delight of a lover, is the despair of an artist."
Cardo sighed.
"Well, she came back after you were gone, then, and shook hands with me, but said her uncle did not seem delighted to hear I was the Vicar"s friend."
"Of course not."
"But I made love to Shoni and gained his consent, and he is the real master there, I fancy."
"You did?" said Cardo, lost in admiration of his friend"s shrewdness.
"I did," said Ellis. "To-morrow I am to go to the field and paint Corwen and Valmai has promised to come and make a daisy chain for the occasion."
"Has she indeed?" said Cardo, with great interest. "She would not promise me. I believe she loves to see me miserable."
"Well, cheer up," said Ellis, "for I shall be a precious long time at those curls of Corwen"s and those expressive brown eyes. Shoni, I know, will stick to me like a leech, but you and Valmai, I expect, will meanly desert me again."
Next day Valmai was as good as her word, for, as the young men entered the field at one corner, she appeared at the gate in the other, and as she came towards them, Gwynne Ellis was struck anew by the beauty and freshness of her appearance. She wore a simple white frock, her fair, broad forehead was shaded by a white sun-bonnet, and she carried a wreath of moon daisies, which she flung over Corwen"s neck who was grazing peacefully among the b.u.t.tercups, ignorant of the honour awaiting her.
Valmai nodded playfully to Cardo and his friend as they drew near, and, taking Corwen"s soft, white ear, drew her towards them with many endearing terms.
"Come then, my queen, dere di, come along, then, and show your beautiful brown eyes, and your pretty white curls. Here we are, Mr.
Ellis; will we do?" and, holding up her white frock, she made a demure little curtsey to the two young men, while Shoni, also arriving on the scene, looked at her with amused surprise, not unmixed with reproof.
"Iss you must excuse Valmai, gentlemen," he said, tugging his red forelock; "she iss partly a foreign, and not know our manners about here."
"Oh, we"ll excuse her," said Gwynne Ellis, while Cardo clasped her hand and gazed rapturously at the blushing face under the white bonnet.