At any rate it will calm her to think we are making the attempt.

You write to my brother Rowland, Gladys, and tell him of this affair; but the truth is, we must make the best of it.

They are off to London to be married, and 'tis no good to try to look for 'em there.' Here Shanno entered.
'Mr Owen, Mr Jones, Tenewydd, did tell Mr Thomas, Trefortyn, who did tell John, blacksmith, who did tell Betto, that he saw Miss Netta and Mrs Jenkins, tallow-chandler, this morning about six o'clock, and they did get into a carriage by there.' 'Go and tell mother that Aunt Jenkins was with Netta, Gladys, and I'll go and see whether Mr Jones really saw her or not.' Gladys returned to her mistress, who had become more quiet, and was trying to persuade Mr Prothero to go after the fugitives.
'Mr Owen is gone, ma'am,' said Gladys, 'and Mr Jones, of Tynewydd, saw Miss Netta this morning with Mrs Griffith Jenkins, and they got into a carriage together.' 'Thank God that 'Lizbeth was with her,' said Mrs Prothero.
'The deceitful, pompous old vagabond,' thundered Mr Prothero.

'She to connive and contrive! fit mother for such a son.

They 'ont come to no good end.