Sir John whispers some kindly words, which so forcibly remind her of her father, that she can scarcely repress her tears.

She glances at Howel, as he stands opposite, gazing at her, and sees that his handsome face is calm and determined.

He smiles as she looks at him, which reassures her.

A prettier bride could never stand before an altar; Howel feels this and is satisfied.

And Netta has loved her cousin all her life, and thinks him perfect.