THE FORGER.
In a few days Mrs Griffith Jenkins arrived in London, equally surprised
and delighted by the invitation she had received from her son and
daughter-in-law. Netta kept her word, and behaved to her with all the
kindness and consideration she could assume. She took her to various
places of amusement, and tried to find pleasure herself in scenes that a
few years before would have given her great delight; but the forebodings
of coming evil hung heavily over her, and she could not rouse herself
into her old spirits. Howel was very kind to her when with her; but
after that one white day he was not much at home. He went out once or
twice with her and his mother in the evening, and was so very attentive
to the latter that she began to think herself a person of consideration
once more.
'There's kind Howels is, Netta, fach!' she would say. 'There's proud you
ought to be to be having such a kind husband. But he don't be looking
well, nor you neither. You was looking as pale as those wox figures at
Mrs Tuss's; and seure won was as like you as could be. Ach a fi! I
'ouldn't like to be going again into that little room with all the
murderers. And Howel was looking quite pale. But such beauty music, and
dresses, and all like life.
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