'MY DEAR SON,--Your letter came duly to hand, and I will not deny
that it affected me very much. Netta, set up above her station at
Abertewey, after disobeying her parents by running away, is very
different from Netta, deserted by her scamp of a husband, and left
in a poor London lodging. Bring her home, and we will take care of
her and her child, though I would rather lose a thousand pounds
than have to see her as she is. Mother wants to go up and nurse
her, but as that would kill her, I don't choose to let her go. If
you can't bring her down, Owen shall fetch her. I always said how
it would all end. Netta will believe me now it's no good; but no
need to tell her that. I wish Howel the--Well, I won't say more,
but remain your affectionate father, DAVID PROTHERO.'
Miss Gwynne was very anxious to tell Netta that Howel was supposed to be
in America, and that it was well known he could not return; and at last
Rowland took Mr Wenlock into full confidence and asked him whether it
would be advisable to do so. He said that he feared she would be
frightened at first, and then consider it a _ruse_ to get her away.
However, something must be done. To tell her that her husband was a
felon would kill her; and she would die if she remained in that close
air. He would think the matter over, and decide.
It was, however, decided for them the following morning. Netta was the
first to hear, as usual, the postman's rap. Manoeuvre as she would,
Gladys could not prevent this, and it always brought on considerable
excitement. This morning, however, there was actually a letter for
Netta, and Sarah went upstairs with it to Gladys. Although she called
Gladys out of the room to give it to her, Netta suspected something, ran
into the passage, and seized the letter.
Gladys was obliged to support her back to the sofa, and give her some
medicine, before she was sufficiently herself to open it When she
recovered, she waited for Gladys to leave the room, which she thought it
best to do, and then broke the seal. The letter contained the following
words:--
'DEAREST,--You had better go to your mother or mine. Kiss our child
for me. Believe that I love you. God bless you.'
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