I
have told her that Netta and I will be delighted to see her, etc., etc.
And Netta hates her, too.'
'By the way, Jenkins, could not Mrs Howel Jenkins get Dancy to give in
about that money? She is a prime favourite.'
'Mrs Jenkins knows nothing of my money transactions, and certainly would
be the last person I should wish to interfere in such a matter. Let us
go and post this letter, and then I want to go to Tattersalls. Will you
dine with me at the club at six? and afterwards we will keep our
appointment with Dancy and Lord Dupe; we may make something of the
latter, if we can't of the former.'
It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Howel reached his home.
His little girl was ill in the measles, and Netta, feeling anxious about
her, had been sitting up with her. When Howel entered the bedroom in
which the mother and child were, he began to talk in a loud voice.
'Why on earth don't you go to bed, Netta?'
Netta put her finger on her lips, and pointed to the little bed in which
her child was sleeping, then hurried into the next room, a kind of
nursery and play-room, and sent the maid, who was sitting there, into
the bedroom. Howel followed her; Netta saw that he had been drinking,
and was greatly excited; he never was absolutely intoxicated, but he
constantly drank too much.
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