To them he confided his intended marriage with a beautiful cousin, who, for family reasons, was coming to London, he said, under his mother's protection, to be united to him.

They had called on Mrs Jenkins and Netta the previous day, and were invited to the wedding in the various capacities of father, bridesman, and bridesmaid.

Previously to their making his mother's acquaintance, Howel informed them that being Welsh, she naturally spoke the language of her country, and was so patriotic that she disliked any other; and said that they must not be surprised at her peculiar English, which was simply a translation of the Welsh idioms into what, to her, was a foreign tongue.
He also gave his mother an hour's lecture upon her dress and deportment; and Netta a few hints as to her general behaviour, which, whilst it enchanted the elder, frightened the younger lady.

Thus 'forewarned,' if not 'fore-armed' the forces of Simpson and Jenkins were thrown together.
Lady Simpson is an average specimen of a vulgar woman aping gentility; her daughter of a would-be fine lady.
After they have sufficiently admired Netta's dress, and put the finishing touches to it, Miss Simpson informs Netta of her duty as bride elect.
'Of course, my dear, papa will take you to the hymeneal altar, and our friend Captain Dancy will take me.' 'Oh! I hope there is no other stranger,' gasps Netta.
'Only a particular friend of my brother's and of Mr Jenkins'.

Do not be alarmed, you shy little dove.' 'Netta, fach!' whispers Mrs Jenkins, 'the ladies was knowing what is right' 'Then my brother must take up Mrs Jenkins, and Mr Jenkins, mamma.