_Ours,_ Netta dear.' Netta did as she was bid, and in a short time was at the head of the table, on which a wedding-breakfast had been duly placed, according to the general rules laid down for such occasions.

Howel had given _carte blanche_ to a fashionable confectioner, and everything was as it should be for the quiet and private marriage of a man of large fortune.

The cake was splendidly ornamented, the champagne iced, and the other viands and wines in keeping with them; the hired waiters vied with Sir John's servants in propriety of demeanour, and Howel's page was as pompous as pages generally are.
All Netta's pride and ambition returned when she saw herself mistress at a table more luxuriously spread than that of Mr Gwynne, and she soon began to enjoy her new dignity very much.
'I am to have a French maid when I get to Paris,' she said to Miss Simpson.

'Howel does not like to take one with us, and we shall form our establishment when we return.' Howel laughed in his sleeve when he heard this: he managed to hear every word that Netta uttered, and gave her an approving glance; he also saw that his friends, Captain Dancy and Mr Horatio Simpson, greatly admired his beautiful young wife, and little cousin Netta rose in his, estimation.
'We shall soon meet in Paris, I hope,' said Captain Dancy.

'Simpson and I are going to run over next week.