A regular hard-working, useful
parish priest, he called him; a good preacher besides!'
'Well, mother will be pleased, won't she, Gladys?'
This was said in the old good-humoured way, and Gladys brightened up as
she answered,--
'Yes, sir, very.'
'Are you ill?' said the stranger, looking at Gladys with sudden
interest.
'No, sir, thank you; I am only rather tired,' was the reply.
'Tired! I should think so! Why, she's walked more than thirty miles, and
ridden thirty in the last two days,' said the farmer gruffly.
The stranger glanced again compassionately at Gladys, but merely said,--
'She looks so pale that I fancied she was suddenly faint. How long has
Miss Hall been at Glanyravon?'
'Somewhere about two or three years now, I should say; but when she was
teaching Miss Gwynne she was there a great many years.'
'Is she in good health? How does she look? Is she happy?'
'If she was ill, sir, I don't think any one 'ould know it, she's so
quiet and patient; but I think she's pretty well, and she can't help
being happy, for she's just the same as if she was at home with her
father and sister. Now she is a nice lady! If all 'oomen were like her
there 'ouldn't be half the plague with 'em there is. She's quite content
without having a lot of lovers after her, and running away, and making
everybody in a fever.
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