It was quite an excitement.

You don't know half my talents yet.' 'Suppose brother Rowland were to hear of it ?' says Netta, frightened at the idea.
Howel laughs aloud, and awakes his mother.
'He is east, we are west, my dear cousin.

He is amongst the plebeians, we the patricians; he is _canaille_, we are _noblesse_.' 'What are they, Howel ?' ''Tis a pleasure to be hearing you talk, Howel,' says Mrs Jenkins, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
'I was saying, mother, that we are to have a grand wedding, and you must take care not to let anything come out about the shop, faugh! or, indeed, not talk much to the friends I have asked--Lady Simpson, for instance,' 'Oh, yes?
you was telling me of her.

Wasn't it when you was dining with Prince Albert wanst, and was wanting that money of my Griffey ?' 'Do hold your tongue, mother,' shouts Howel, shuddering; he always shivers when he hears his father's name.
He sees a head trying to peep through the curtain, and thinks it best to hold his tongue for a time, then continues,-- 'I mean, mother, don't mention my dining with the prince, or any of these old stories, to the Simpsons.

You must both be very careful of what you say.