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'You do see, Mrs Gwillim, that if Mrs Howel was to die, my Howels 'ould be seure to be marrying again. He could have anybody. 'Of course, ma'am of course. 'There don't be a lady anywhere as 'ouldn't be proud to be marrying my Howels. Up in London there's my Lady Sinclairs, and a hundred others; and down here there's Miss Nugent, or Miss Gwynne.
The gentleman smiled, and thought the question savoured of American curiosity. 'I have a son a clergyman. Perhaps you may have fallen in with him. They tell me he's a very promising young man. 'What is his name? 'Prothero, sir Rowland Prothero. 'I do not know him personally, but I know him by reputation; he is curate of an old friend of mine, Mr Stephenson. 'To be seure Rowly's rector!
Where Gladys is, you're seure to be pretty near. She's a good sort of young 'ooman enough, but you have no call to be for ever hunting after her. 'I don't see why I shouldn't if I like. It doesn't hurt anybody, and is only kind to her. 'But I don't cheuse her to be thinking you're going to make love to her, and by-and-by, perhaps, expecting to there's no knowing what young 'oomen may expect.
Father don't mind what he drives me to, and mother cares more for that Irish beggar than for me I know she does. I did think you would be our friend, and now you are as stiff and unfeeling as Rowland. Seure you are, 'Why, if I was a parson like Rowland, I'd marry you to-morrow. 'Then, why don't you try to bring father round. You know he thinks more of you than of anybody else.
I thought I should a-screeked out when that man turned and looked at me, and wogged his head, and was nodding, is seure as if he was alive, and he only wox! Mrs Jenkins had been in London about a week, when Howel began carelessly the subject nearest his heart. 'I say, mother, fach, how does your money hold out? I daresay you are rich as a Jew by this time. 'Pretty well, Howel.
The Welsh is a splendit language. My son Howels there he is to be proving it do always say so. Ah! that's "The rising of the lark," I was singing that myself years ago. London! to be seure! Now there was singing I was hearing at the play. My son Howels did tak us to the play. I never was hearing or seeing the like in my life.
You will be saving him, Rowland, seure! Rowland shook his head. 'I will go with you, Aunt 'Lizbeth, and take you to my lodgings till I have seen Howel, and told him you are in London. We shall then see what can be done. 'But you will be speaking up for him, Rowland, bach?
On my deet, and I 'ouldn't say that, if I wasn't as seure as I'm alive, he haven't took a drop too much, nor said a wicked word, nor keep no low company since his poor dear father was dying. Ah, Mrs Prothero! you was being very good to us when I was losing my poor Griffey.
Who'd be thinking what a heap of money he'd be leaving, and Howel'll be building a good house for me? and seure, I must be dressing in my best, and having servants to wait on me? and, bless you, nothing as my son Howel's can be getting is too good for his poor old mother! 'I am very glad to hear he is so kind, said Mrs Prothero.
But I am seure they 'ont be finding him; they was telling me that America, where they do think he is gone, is bigger than all Wales, and England, and London put together. Oh, if I could be going to him, I 'ouldn't be vexing shocking, as I was now.
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