'Lisbeth.'

They walk on for about a quarter of a mile, when carriage wheels are
distinctly heard, and in a few moments a fly and pair is distinctly seen
coming at great speed. The driver would have passed them, but Mrs
Jenkins calls out,--

'A gentleman for Tynewydd inside?' Upon which he pulls up. Howel is out
of the fly, and Netta lifted in before she knows what she is about. Mrs
Jenkins is put in almost as quickly, and the fly turned and off again in
less time than it takes to write it.

'Howel, how could you? I was going back, and I wish I had,' sobs Netta.

Howel kisses her and tells her to be a good little cousin, and she shall
see London in no time. She clings close to him, and hides her face on
his shoulder and sobs on. He draws her to him, and lets her grief have
way. Few words are spoken for a time, but at last Netta dries her tears
and says,--

'I was so frightened, cousin, and I didn't think it would be so hard to
leave mother without saying good-bye. Mother was always kind.'

'Hide you, Howel! hide you, Netta! there's Mr Jonathan Prothero,' says
Mrs Jenkins, shrinking back into the corner of the fly.

Howel peeps out and sees Netta's worthy uncle, bag on back, setting
forth on some archaeological search.

Howel and Netta lean back in the fly whilst he passes, little thinking
whom the vehicle contains.

'Uncle and aunt will be glad at least,' says Netta. 'Aunt says you are
very clever and handsome, Howel, and wonders why father won't let us--'

'Marry, Netta--say the word. I suppose Aunt Jonathan found out my
talents and beauty after I acquired my fortune.'

After driving about ten miles they stop to change horses, and in the
course of three or four hours arrive at the Swansea railway station,
newly erected within the last few months. The scene is equally new to
Netta and Mrs Jenkins, and whilst Howel goes to take their tickets they
stand wondering and admiring. Neither of them has ever travelled by
rail, and both are equally nervous at the prospect. They are just in
time for the express, and soon find themselves seated in a first-class
carriage. As it is a carriage of two compartments, Howel fastens the
door between the two, draws down the blind, puts some coats on the
fourth seat, and says they will now have it to themselves all the way to
London.

Netta seizes his hand and screams when the steam whistle sounds, and his
mother falls down upon him from the opposite seat He laughs aloud, and