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He was particularly attentive to Netta, and called her "my dear," in a cool free-and-easy way, that would not have been tolerated for a moment, but for the fact that they had been married for the last three months.
'Now, Netta, let us go and see about the sheets, said Mrs Prothero, smoothing her dress. The mother and daughter left the room, and were not long in preparing the best bedroom for Owen. This done, they hastened back to the hall, where they found diminished ham and increased smoke, Owen having lighted a short pipe, and taken to smoking with his father, over a large jug of ale.
Netta burst into a hearty laugh at Gertrude's excited manner of starting on her benevolent errand; and this, together with her so hastily crossing the large and crowded room, drew the inquiries of all the circle whom she had left, and during her absence she became the subject of discussion and remark. "What is the matter, Netta?" asked Madame Gryseworth. "Where has Gertrude gone?"
But Netta shrank into herself. "You are always such a wilful child, Felicia! You mustn't do anything without my leave. You'll kill me if you do." And ashen-pale, she got up and left the room. Victoria glanced at Felicia. "Don't do anything against your mother's will," she said gently. "You are too young to decide these things for yourself.
This conversation takes place whilst Mrs Jenkins is engaged in dressing Netta for her wedding, and in endeavouring at the same time to soothe various ebullitions of grief that burst out ever and anon, between the different acts of the attiring. The girl cannot quite forget the friends she left behind her, when she so suddenly ran away from home.
'Is this Glanyravon, mamma? asks Minette waking up and rubbing her eyes. No answer. Owen jumps out, and without stopping to greet his pale, trembling mother, turns to help Netta, who cannot help herself. He carries a dead weight into the parlour, and lays it on the sofa. Netta has fainted. Gladys is at her side in a moment with every kind of restorative but no one notices or thinks of her.
'Now, mother, my mind's made up, and you won't wheedle me in this matter. So, here's the pen and ink, Mr Prothero sat down and wrote the following reply to Howel's note: 'HOWEL, You have had my answer before now, and you may have it again. When I know you're out-and-out a changed man, I may think differently; but I don't know it yet, so you shall not have my consent to marry Netta.
A few weeks ago and neither husband nor wife would have cared how long the separation might be, now it seemed death for each to part. Howel kissed his child again and again as she lay sleeping in her dingy bed, and held Netta long in his arms. The only human being who really loved him! Him, weak, wild, sinful, godless! yet with one divine spark rekindling in his breast the spark of human love.
He caused every possible search to be made, through the police and otherwise for Netta, but in vain. But Providence answered his prayers, when his own efforts seemed fruitless, and that through the instrumentality of one of the poor children, for whose benefit he had exerted such talents as God had given him.
It was here, years ago, that Rowland, Miss Gwynne, and Netta had often played together; and it was here that Rowland had passed the principal part of his holidays when at home from Rugby or college. It was here that Mrs Jonathan had done her utmost to make a gentleman of him, and had succeeded to her heart's content.
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