Chapter 23 THE ANTIQUARIAN SOCIETY

'Who comes to the ruin, the ivy-clad ruin,

With old shaking arches, all moss-overgrown?'

May drew to a close with a burst of warm weather, and the Whitsuntide holidays promised to prove all that the heart of the cheap tripper might desire, though beyond a chance cyclist or two that article was as unknown as the dodo in quiet Gorswen, where fo