'Do make haste, Aunt 'Lisbeth.' They walk on for about a quarter of a mile, when carriage wheels are distinctly heard, and in a few moments a fly and pair is distinctly seen coming at great speed.

The driver would have passed them, but Mrs Jenkins calls out,-- 'A gentleman for Tynewydd inside ?' Upon which he pulls up.

Howel is out of the fly, and Netta lifted in before she knows what she is about.

Mrs Jenkins is put in almost as quickly, and the fly turned and off again in less time than it takes to write it.
'Howel, how could you?
I was going back, and I wish I had,' sobs Netta.
Howel kisses her and tells her to be a good little cousin, and she shall see London in no time.

She clings close to him, and hides her face on his shoulder and sobs on.