Howel went up to her and kissed her with infinite satisfaction.
'Won't we create a sensation at the Olympic,' he said. 'There will not
be such bright eyes and lilies and roses to be seen there as yours,
cousin Netta!'
'Mother don't approve of plays, Howel!'
'You must think of me, not mother now,' said Howel, ringing the bell and
ordering a cab, which as soon as it arrived received our trio, and was
driven to the Olympic, where they arrived in due time, and where we will
leave them for the present.
CHAPTER XV.
THE MILLIONAIRE'S WIFE.
'Don't you be taking on so, Netta, fach! if you do be crying this way,
your eyes 'll be as red as carrots, and Howel 'ont like it.'
'Oh! Aunt 'Lisbeth, I can't help thinking of mother, and how she is
vexing about me.'
'Look you at yourself in the glass, Netta, fach! and you 'ont be vexing
any more. I never was seeing such a glass as that before. Look you! you
can see yourself from the beauty-flowers in the white bonnet--dear!
there is a bonnet! and you was looking so well in it--down to them
lovely white shoes on your foots, I never was thinking before you had
such little foots.'
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.
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