Mrs Griffith Jenkins was busily engaged in packing up the cake and a spare bottle of champagne, together with a few other confections' in a stray hamper.
'Make haste, mother,' cried Howel.
'Stop you, Howel, bach! in a minute.

We must be wishing you joy at home; and I should like to be sending cousin Prothero some of this grand cake.' At last Mrs Jenkins and her hamper were ready, and the trio started for the Paddington Station.
When they arrived there Howel took a second-class ticket for his mother as far as Swansea, telling her to take a first-class from that place home.

She was to sleep with some friends at Swansea.
'We mustn't waste money, mother.' 'Treue for you, Howel.' 'Tell everybody at home of the grand wedding.' 'Don't be afraid of that.' When Howel had seen his mother off, he and Netta drove to their station, and, per first-class carriage, with page in second, steamed off to Folkestone, which was to be the first stage of their life-journey..