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Updated: June 28, 2025
Owen and Gladys came, and Netta bade 'God bless' them all, and said she should now go to sleep quite happy. Gladys went to put Minette to bed, and Mrs Prothero sat by Netta's pillow. 'Good-night, mother; God bless you, Netta said, more than once, before she fell asleep. When Gladys returned, she was sleeping peacefully. 'The excitement of the day seems to have passed away, whispered Gladys.
He stood positively aghast at Netta's perfidy and wickedness, and he wrote at once to the apartment in the Via Giugno, to denounce her in the most emphatic terms. As she had chosen to steal one of his most precious possessions, which she had of course converted into money, she had no further claim on him whatever, and he broke off all relations with her.
'No, dear, Uncle Rowland will not leave you, he is so very glad to find you. Tears, actual tears, filled Rowland's eyes as he kissed the brow of the child, who was soon fast asleep in his arms, and as he held Netta's thin hand and looked at her bewildered face.
His grey head is lifted towards Gladys, on whom his keen black eyes, so like Netta's, are also fixed. Minette, too, sitting at his feet, gazes with child-like wonder on Gladys; her long black curls falling over her pale face. Grandsire, daughter, child, so like one another, and yet so far apart in age. Three types they are of the ancient Briton.
The flowers, or their associations, brought the tears, which were the best outlets for poor Netta's hysterical feelings, and when she had minutely examined each chrysanthemums, verbenas, salvias, geraniums she shook the one carnation from the vase, and kissing it, and pressing it to her heart, said, 'This came from mother, how good of her to think of me.
This eked out in Netta's confessions to her mother, for Howel was attentive and affectionate during her illness. Mrs Prothero entreated her to be gentle and obedient. Earnestly did she speak to her of religion, trying to recall the lessons of her childhood; and with tears poor Netta promised everything. Particularly she promised to read her Bible.
Netta's eldest brother got into trouble with the bank where he was employed, and another brother, as a deserter from the army, had to make his escape to South America.
It was all sheer fun to Scooter who wormed in and out of the furniture with mirth in his gleaming eyes, and darted past the window a dozen times without availing himself of that means of escape. Netta's small stock of patience was very speedily exhausted. She sat up on the sofa and sternly commanded Tessa to desist. "Go and tell the khit to catch him!" she said.
Gladys pressed his hands, assured him by a glance true as oaths, and looked at Netta. The hint was taken. In a moment Netta's were the thin hands that Owen clasped, her's the face into which he gazed. 'Owen, she said earnestly, 'if I go away, will you take my child, as if she were your own? Will you love her, and bring her up? 'You are not going away, Netta!
He read each letter twice over, and seemed struggling with some great emotion as he ejaculated, 'Rowland, my boy! and burst into tears. Mr Prothero had not cried before since Netta's death, and those were, indeed, precious tears. Minette, terrified at seeing her grandfather cry, ran off in search of Gladys, who had been every one's refuge since her marriage.
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