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I never saw one that was yet. It would take a great deal of time and trouble to work me up into that kind of thing and at least a dozen girls. Netta's very pretty, to be sure, but she has a will of her own, and so has Howel. I am sure they would soon fight. As to father, he is as obstinate as a mule. And Howel with such a mint of money!
'I think, Netta, interrupted Mrs Prothero, 'that she must go to bed now. She looks tired, and has been up long enough. 'What a fuss mother makes about the girl, muttered Netta as she left the room. The following day the bonnet was tastily trimmed under Netta's superintendence, and work enough hunted up to employ Gladys for a month at least.
The upshot of it all was, that the wedding was settled for New Year's Day, at Netta's particular request. No one cared, or indeed thought what the world would say at a marriage taking place during a period of such heavy affliction.
The sordid years in Florence, the death of Netta's mother, the bankruptcy of her father, the bitter struggle amid the Apuan Alps to keep themselves and their wretched invalid alive she described them, as they had been told to her, not rhetorically, for neither she nor Netta Melrose was capable of rhetoric, but with the touches and plain details that bring conviction.
In a great hurry the speaker jumped down from her perch, and to Netta's astonishment ran out of the room. "What is she about?" thought Mrs. Melrose irritably. But the question was hardly framed before Thyrza reappeared, holding out her hand, in which lay some visiting-cards. "I should ha' given them yo' before." Mrs. Melrose took them with surprise, and read the name.
Rowland did not know that Gladys had put on the identical print gown that Netta had given her years ago, and which she had kept carefully, in remembrance of her. This and a plain cap transformed her into the Gladys of Netta's recollection, from the Gladys of Miss Gwynne's attiring.
The poor babe had a cold, and could be heard fretfully crying and coughing in her nursery. And before Netta's inward eye there stretched the interminable days and weeks ahead, no less than the interminable weeks and months she had already lived through, in this discomfort of body, and this loneliness of spirit.
Tessa's nerves were strung to a high pitch, and it was evident that she felt very strongly on the subject. So, out of sheer pity, Stella sometimes kept her at "The Nest," and Tessa's gratitude knew no bounds. She was growing fast, and ought to have been in England for the past year at least; but Netta's plans were still vague.
Duvet let you pay her such attention? was Netta's instant reply. Now Netta was too well pleased with herself, and the effect of her beauty on others, to endure being snubbed, and was very angry that Howel was not pleased also. 'Don't be a fool, Netta. You know Madame Duvet is doing all she can to catch Owen. 'Oh! jealous are you?
'What would you have had me say? asked Rowland, recovering his composure, and glancing from Howel to Netta's letter. 'I understand you; you mean that I murdered her. I did, virtually. Then why be hypocrite enough to call me brother? 'She forgave you, and called you husband. 'Because she she loved me. There was another involuntary groan, and a brief silence. 'Where are her papers?
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