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Soon after luncheon he took his leave, with promises to make Glanyravon his head-quarters if he remained any time in the country. Mrs Prothero continued very ill, and the doctor said there was no chance of her amendment until her mind was more at ease. Four days had passed, and no intelligence of Netta. Each day found her worse than the preceding, and brain fever was apprehended.
By degrees she began to talk of home and her parents, and Owen was glad to find that as she did so she returned to her old, natural self. He told her everything that had happened at Glanyravon since she left it, save and except what related to Gladys. He never even mentioned her name.
Whilst the mother and daughter continue their conversation about Gladys, of which the above is a specimen, we will glance at Janetta Prothero, the spoilt daughter of Glanyravon Farm. She is decidedly a pretty girl? some might call her a beauty.
As 'blessings brighten as they take their flight, so Howel's popularity reached its zenith just as he resigned Abertewey to Colonel Vaughan, and went, with his wife and child, abroad for a few months. As Freda foretold, bells rang, bonfires blazed, and cannons fired, when the respective owners of Glanyravon and Abertewey brought home their respective brides, which took place in due course.
'Miss Gwynne, I have long wished to say to you, how much I have felt your devotion to the schools and poor of our parish. Now that we are about to lose you, perhaps, I may do so. Glanyravon will gain what our poor East End loses. 'Thank you. If I leave London in a better spirit than I entered it, I am in great measure indebted to you for it. 'To me! 'Yes.
'And, mother, fach, he said, 'you must not be vexed if I run away again to cure myself. There is nothing like sea air for my disease; and if I do, I promise to write regularly, and to come home at the end of my voyage. Only be kind to Gladys, and don't let her go away. Owen had a presentiment, that if he did not leave Glanyravon, Gladys would. 'And you must try to bring father round by degrees.
Allow me to shake hands with you, sir. You'll sleep at Glanyravon. 'Certainly, if I shall not inconvenience you and your family. Your daughter looks very ill and tired; perhaps it may 'Not a bit, sir. She's not my daughter; she always looks as pale as moonlight, 'scept when she blushes up; she'll see to a bed for a strange gentleman, and so'll my missus. To think of your knowing Mr Stephenson!
'Only a curate! exclaimed Miss Gwynne, as she and Miss Hall were discussing Rowland's presumption the following morning. 'Still, a gentleman, replied Miss Hall quietly. 'The son of one of my father's tenants; a farmer's son! 'Still, a gentleman! 'The ninety-ninth attempt on Glanyravon, and, happily, an unsuccessful one.
His return was therefore an event of considerable interest to the neighbourhood in which his place and property lay; and, doubtless, Mr Gwynne was not the only person who wished Colonel Vaughan to settle at Plas Abertewey. When he was last at Glanyravon Park Mrs Gwynne was alive, Freda was a child of eight, and Miss Hall a very elegant and pretty young woman.
You are quite a lady, now you have left off that gown mamma gave you so long ago. Is Uncle Owen, who is coming to-day, as nice as Uncle Rowland? Do you love him as well, Gladys? 'He is very, very nice, dear, and as kind as any gentleman in the world. The little girl clapped her hands. 'I shall like to go to Glanyravon and make mamma quite well.
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