'You are all unfeeling, unnatural, cruel, selfish, hard-hearted heathens! You don't care for me or Howel any more than as if we were strangers.

Father don't mind what he drives me to, and mother cares more for that Irish beggar than for me--I know she does.

I did think you would be our friend, and now you are as stiff and unfeeling as Rowland.
Seure you are,' 'Why, if I was a parson like Rowland, I'd marry you to-morrow.' 'Then, why don't you try to bring father round.

You know he thinks more of you than of anybody else.' 'It's no use trying; nobody but mother has any influence with father, and she is not sure that 'tis right or good for you and Howel to marry.' 'She is cruel and unkind,' sobbed Netta; 'I don't believe any one really loves me but Howel,' 'Stick to that, Netta; 'I for one haven't a spark of affection for you.
All father wants is to get rid of you, and that is why he is in such a hurry for you to make such a grand match!' 'Oh! indeed! he and all the rest of you are as jealous of Howel's good fortune as you can be,--you know you are.

And you wouldn't like to see me a grand lady, grander than Miss Rice or Miss Nugent even.