Go you, Owen, and send off that fine yellar-band, sent to astonish
me, and tell him I'll have nothing to do with his master nor him.'
'But, father, you must write!'
'Write! not I: but stop, I'll write. Bring the paper. Haven't you got
any with a fine gloss, and coloured?'
'Now, David, bach, if you would only consider a little. I am really
afraid of the consequences.'
'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. One hundred pounds of steadiness and
honesty is worth a hundred thousand pounds of gold. I wish you
well, but if you was king of England you shouldn't have my girl as
you are now.'--Yours to command, 'DAVID PROTHERO,'
'There, mother, there's my mind,' said Mr Prothero, giving the note to
his wife.
'Well, David, I believe you are right, only Netta is so determined!'
'Determined, is she! Then I'll lock her up. Take that to yon
yellar-band, Owen.
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