'You are a kind, dear brother.

They are all turned against him, even mother, who can take in the scum of the earth, and make much of a wretched Irish beggar, and will not ask Howel here, who is a gentleman,' 'Oh! oh! that's the way the wind blows.

So you do not forget cousin Howel, Miss Netta.' 'No, I assure you; and I won't forget him, that's more.' 'Bravo! Netta.

I admire a girl of spirit.

But, perhaps now he is so rich he will not think of you.' 'I suppose that depends upon whether I choose to think of him.