'That girl don't deserve tears and lamentations, and I 'ont have 'em.

We 'ont have the house turned upside down because a bad, obstinate, ungrateful daughter has run away with a miser's son, and a good-for-nothing spendthrift.

Let 'em go, I say! I 'ouldn't stir a step to bring 'em back--' 'Oh, David! dear, dear husband! if only you will find out that they are married; if only you would send some one to see that Howel marries her! This is all--all--all! I will never name her again! I will try to forget her--I will do all you wish! but for my sake, for yours, for all, for God's sake, see to this, or I shall die.' Mr Prothero was cowed at once by this passionate burst of grief.

He had never seen his submissive, patient little wife excited in this way before, for never before had she felt so deep a pain.

Her only daughter! 'God help me! God help me!' she sobbed, when she had controlled her great emotion.