You married according to your fancy, so did I; so have men and women ever since the world began.
It may turn out better than you imagine.' 'Brother Jo!' thundered the farmer, 'hold your tongue.

I know Howel better than you do, or anybody else, except Rowland.

I 'ont hear any more about 'em, and the less you say the better.

She's no daughter o' mine any more.' With this Mr Prothero walked away, leaving his brother very much perplexed and distressed, but comforting himself with hoping that time would soften even his choleric relative.
Owen returned about ten o'clock.

He had ridden to the inn where Howel had changed horses, and learnt the name of the house whence the fly came; had left his own horse and taken another, and gone on to Swansea, where he found from the drivers that the trio had gone direct to London.
Thinking it useless to try to track them farther, he returned, fully impressed with the wisdom of Howel in running off with what he couldn't get by fair means.
'Such a row as father makes,' he soliloquised.