The whole house sha'n't be turned topsey-turvey for a baggage like that.' Mr Prothero left the room, and his wife insisted upon getting up.
'If you could pray for her, ma'am, you would be happier, and perhaps poor Miss Netta might be helped in a way we cannot see.' 'Pray for me, Gladys, I cannot think or pray for myself, I am so bewildered.' The two earnest-minded women knelt down by the bedside, and Gladys offered up a simple prayer in her clear, strong language, for the 'poor lamb who had strayed from the fold;' in which the mother joined in the midst of her sobs and tears.

When they arose from their knees, Mrs Prothero kissed Gladys, and said she would go downstairs, and try to work, and seek to keep her heart in prayer.
And the day wore through, until the evening brought Mr and Mrs Jonathan Prothero.

For the first time, Mrs Jonathan comforted her sister-in-law.
'Now, really, I do not see why you should be so very much distressed,' she said.

'Howel is a fine, clever young man, with plenty of money.

He is sure to make his way into good society, and to place Netta in a superior position.