Howel means to ask him
down here, I believe. Miss Simpson went to hear him--didn't you, Miss
Simpson?'
This was drawled out, and Owen felt very much disposed to get up and
shake his sister, as he had often done when she came from school with
any new airs and graces. But he contented himself with saying,----
'Rowly's a capital fellow, Netta, fach, and doing his best. Whether he's
a fashionable preacher or not I don't know, but he kept us all awake at
Llanfach one Sunday for half-an-hour, which is something.'
'Your brother is so amusing! so _naif_! I die of him!' said Madame
Duvet.
'Very original!' remarked Miss Simpson; 'I do like originality--'
'Then you must like Netta,' said Owen; 'for there was never any one of
our family the least like her.'
'Oh yes! you are, about the eyes. _Malin!_' said Madame Duvet.
After breakfast, Owen tried to get Netta a little to himself, but there
were distant calls to make, and drives and rides to be arranged, which
caused him to be unsuccessful in his efforts. So he fell to the lot of
Mr Deep, who took him to see Howel's hunters and dogs, and all the other
wonders of Abertewey.
'Deep by name, and deep by nature,' was Owen's reflection, after his
morning with his new acquaintance.
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