came　on　and　beat　down　in　torrents。
  But　Owen　heeded　it　not。　　He　sat　on　the　dank　ground；　his　face　buried
  in　his　hands；　and　his　whole　strength；　physical　and　mental；　employed
  in　quelling　the　rush　of　blood；　which　rose　and　boiled　and　gurgled　in
  his　brain　as　if　it　would　madden　him。
  The　phantom　of　his　dead　child　rose　ever　before　him；　and　seemed　to　cry
  aloud　for　vengeance。　　And　when　the　poor　young　man　thought　upon　the
  victim　whom　he　required　in　his　wild　longing　for　revenge；　he
  shuddered；　for　it　was　his　father！
  Again　and　again　he　tried　not　to　think；　but　still　the　circle　of
  thought　came　round；　eddying　through　his　brain。　　At　length　he　mastered
  his　passions；　and　they　were　calm；　then　he　forced　himself　to　arrange
  some　plan　for　the　future。
  He　had　not；　in　the　passionate　hurry　of　the　moment；　seen　that　his
  father　had　left　the　cottage　before　he　was　aware　of　the　fatal　accident
  that　befell　the　child。　　Owen　thought　he　had　seen　all；　and　once　he
  planned　to　go　to　the　Squire　and　tell　him　of　the　anguish　of　heart　he
  had　wrought；　and　awe　him；　as　it　were；　by　the　dignity　of　grief。　　But
  then　again　he　durst　nothe　distrusted　his　self…controlthe　old
  prophecy　rose　up　in　its　horrorhe　dreaded　his　doom。
  At　last　he　determined　to　leave　his　father　for　ever；　to　take　Nest　to
  some　distant　country　where　she　might　forget　her　firstborn；　and　where
  he　himself　might　gain　a　livelihood　by　his　own　exertions。
  But　when　he　tried　to　descend　to　the　various　little　arrangements　which
  were　involved　in　the　execution　of　this　plan；　he　remembered　that　all
  his　money　（and　in　this　respect　Squire　Griffiths　was　no　niggard）　was
  locked　up　in　his　escritoire　at　Bodowen。　　In　vain　he　tried　to　do　away
  with　this　matter…of…fact　difficulty；　go　to　Bodowen　he　must：　　and　his
  only　hopenay　his　determinationwas　to　avoid　his　father。
  He　rose　and　took　a　by…path　to　Bodowen。　　The　house　looked　even　more
  gloomy　and　desolate　than　usual　in　the　heavy　down…pouring　rain；　yet
  Owen　gazed　on　it　with　something　of　regretfor　sorrowful　as　his　days
  in　it　had　been；　he　was　about　to　leave　it　for　many　many　years；　if　not
  for　ever。　　He　entered　by　a　side　door　opening　into　a　passage　that　led
  to　his　own　room；　where　he　kept　his　books；　his　guns；　his　fishing…
  tackle；　his　writing　materials；　et　cetera。
  Here　he　hurriedly　began　to　select　the　few　articles　he　intended　to
  take；　for；　besides　the　dread　of　interruption；　he　was　feverishly
  anxious　to　travel　far　that　very　night；　if　only　Nest　was　capable　of
  performing　the　journey。　　As　he　was　thus　employed；　he　tried　to
  conjecture　what　his　father's　feelings　would　be　on　finding　that　his
  once…loved　son　was　gone　away　for　ever。　　Would　he　then　awaken　to
  regret　for　the　conduct　which　had　driven　him　from　home；　and　bitterly
  think　on　the　loving　and　caressing　boy　who　haunted　his　footsteps　in
  former　days？　　Or；　alas！　would　he　only　feel　that　an　obstacle　to　his
  daily　happinessto　his　contentment　with　his　wife；　and　his　strange；
  doting　affection　for　the　childwas　taken　away？　　Would　they　make
  merry　over　the　heir's　departure？　　Then　he　thought　of　Nestthe　young
  childless　mother；　whose　heart　had　not　yet　realized　her　fulness　of
  desolation。　　Poor　Nest！　so　loving　as　she　was；　so　devoted　to　her
  childhow　should　he　console　her？　　He　pictured　her　away　in　a　strange
  land；　pining　for　her　native　mountains；　and　refusing　to　be　comforted
  because　her　child　was　not。
  Even　this　thought　of　the　home…sickness　that　might　possibly　beset　Nest
  hardly　made　him　hesitate　in　his　determination；　so　strongly　had　the
  idea　taken　possession　of　him　that　only　by　putting　miles　and　leagues
  between　him　and　his　father　could　he　avert　the　doom　which　seemed
  blending　itself　with　the　very　purposes　of　his　life　as　long　as　he
  stayed　in　proximity　with　the　slayer　of　his　child。
  He　had　now　nearly　completed　his　hasty　work　of　preparation；　and　was
  full　of　tender　thoughts　of　his　wife；　when　the　door　opened；　and　the
  elfish　Robert　peered　in；　in　search　of　some　of　his　brother's
  possessions。　　On　seeing　Owen　he　hesitated；　but　then　came　boldly
  forward；　and　laid　his　hand　on　Owen's　arm；　saying；
  〃Nesta　yr　buten！　　How　is　Nest　yr　buten？〃
  He　looked　maliciously　into　Owen's　face　to　mark　the　effect　of　his
  words；　but　was　terrified　at　the　expression　he　read　there。　　He　started
  off　and　ran　to　the　door；　while　Owen　tried　to　check　himself；　saying
  continually；　〃He　is　but　a　child。　　He　does　not　understand　the　meaning
  of　what　he　says。　　He　is　but　a　child！〃　　Still　Robert；　now　in　fancied
  security；　kept　calling　out　his　insulting　words；　and　Owen's　hand　was
  on　his　gun；　grasping　it　as　if　to　restrain　his　rising　fury。
  But　when　Robert　passed　on　daringly　to　mocking　words　relating　to　the
  poor　dead　child；　Owen　could　bear　it　no　longer；　and　before　the　boy　was
  well　aware；　Owen　was　fiercely　holding　him　in　an　iron　clasp　with　one
  hand；　while　he　struck　him　hard　with　the　other。
  In　a　minute　he　checked　himself。　　He　paused；　relaxed　his　grasp；　and；
  to　his　horror；　he　saw　Robert　sink　to　the　ground；　in　fact；　the　lad　was
  half…stunned；　half…frightened；　and　thought　it　best　to　assume
  insensibility。
  Owenmiserable　Owenseeing　him　lie　there　prostrate；　was　bitterly
  repentant；　and　would　have　dragged　him　to　the　carved　settle；　and　done
  all　he　could　to　restore　him　to　his　senses；　but　at　this　instant　the
  Squire　came　in。
  Probably；　when　the　household　at　Bodowen　rose　that　morning；　there　was
  but　one　among　them　ignorant　of　the　heir's　relation　to　Nest　Pritchard
  and　her　child；　for　secret　as　he　tried　to　make　his　visits　to　Ty　Glas；
  they　had　been　too　frequent　not　to　be　noticed；　and　Nest's　altered
  conductno　longer　frequenting　dances　and　merry…makingswas　a
  strongly　corroborative　circumstance。　　But　Mrs。　Griffiths'　influence
  reigned　paramount；　if　unacknowledged；　at　Bodowen；　and　till　she
  sanctioned　the　disclosure；　none　would　dare　to　tell　the　Squire。
  Now；　however；　the　time　drew　near　when　it　suited　her　to　make　her
  husband　aware　of　the　connection　his　son　had　formed；　so；　with　many
  tears；　and　much　seeming　reluctance；　she　broke　the　intelligence　to
  himtaking　good　care；　at　the　same　time；　to　inform　him　of　the　light
  character　Nest　had　borne。　　Nor　did　she　confine　this　evil　reputation
  to　her　conduct　before　her　marriage；　but　insinuated　that　even　to　this
  day　she　was　a　〃woman　of　the　grove　and　brake〃for　centuries　the　Welsh
  term　of　opprobrium　for　the　loosest　female　characters。
  Squire　Griffiths　easily　tracked　Owen　to　Ty　Glas；　and　without　any　aim
  but　the　gratification　of　his　furious　anger；　followed　him　to　upbraid
  as　we　have　seen。　　But　he　left　the　cottage　even　more　enraged　against
  his　son　than　he　had　entered　it；　and　returned　home　to　hear　the　evil
  suggestions　of　the　stepmother。　　He　had　heard　a　slight　scuffle　in
  which　he　caught　the　tones　of　Robert's　voice；　as　he　passed　along　the
  hall；　and　an　instant　afterwards　he　saw　the　apparently　lifeless　body
  of　his　little　favourite　dragged　along　by　the　culprit　Owenthe　marks
  of　strong　passion　yet　visible　on　his　face。　　Not　loud；　but　bitter　and
  deep　were　the　evil　words　which　the　father　bestowed　on　the　son；　and　as
  Owen　stood　proudly　and　sullenly　silent；　disdaining　all　exculpation　of
  himself　in　the　presence　of　one　who　had　wrought　him　so　much　graverso
  fatal　an　injuryRobert's　mother　entered　the　room。　　At　sight　of　her
  natural　emotion　the　wrath　of　the　Squire　was　redoubled；　and　his　wild
  suspicions　that　this　violence　of　Owen's　to　Robert　was　a　premeditated
  act　appeared　like　the　proven　truth　through　the　mists　of　rage。　　He
  summoned　domestics　as　if　to　guard　his　own　and　his　wife's　life　from
  the　attempts　of　his　son；　and　the　servants　stood　wondering　aroundnow
  gazing　at　Mrs。　Griffiths；　alternately　scolding　and　sobbing；　while　she
  tried　to　restore　the　lad　from　his　really　bruised　and　half…unconscious
  state；　now　at　the　fierce　and　angry　Squire；　and　now　at　the　sad　and
  silent　Owen。　　And　hehe　was　hardly　aware　of　their　looks　of　wonder
  and　terror；　his　father's　words　fell　on　a　deadened　ear；　for　before　his
  eyes　there　rose　a　pale　dead　babe；　and　in　that　lady's　violent　sounds
  of　grief　he　heard　the　wailing　of　a　more　sad；　more　hopeless　mother。
  For　by　this　time　the　lad　Robert　had　opened　his　eyes；　and　though
  evidently　suffering　a　good　deal　from　the　effects　of　Owen's　blows；　was
  fully　conscious　of　all　that　was　passing　around　him。
  Had　Owen　been　left　to　his　own　nature；　his　heart　would　have　worked
  itself　to　doubly　love　the　boy　whom　he　had　injured；　but　he　was
  stubborn　from　injustice；　and　hardened　by　suffering。　　He　refused　to
  vindicate　himself；　he　made　no　effort　to　resist　the　imprisonment　the
  Squire　had　decreed；　until　a　surgeon's　opinion　of　the　real　extent　of
  Robert's　injuries　was　made　known。　　It　was　not　until　the　door　was
  locked　and　barred；　as　if　upon　some　wild　and　furious　beast；　that　the
  recollection　of　poor　Nest；　without　his　comforting　presence；　came　into
  his　mind。　　Oh！　thought　he；　how　she　would　be　wearying；　pining　for　his
  tender　sympathy；　if；　indeed；　she　had　recovered　the　shock　of　mind
  sufficiently　to　be　sensible　of　consolation！