orted in my opinion by
various antiquaries, that it bears the inscription either of Cunobelin
or Caractacus. There is a decided C, and we are told that money was
coined in Britain in the time of Cunobelin.'

'And how on earth did he get up to Garn Goch?'

'Why, you know that Caractacus commanded the Silures, or people of South
Wales, against the Romans, and that they held out bravely, I have no
shadow of doubt that Garn Goch was one of their strongholds.'

'But what can Garn Goch have to do with Netta and Howel? Brother, I
always shall say you are by the head with your antiquities.'

'Well, I think you had better let them marry, I really do. It's no good
opposing young people, when they will have their own way at last.'

'I sha'n't send for you to consult with again. Mother, go and bring
Netta here, and let us see what she has to say for herself.'

'My dear Davy, would it not be better to speak to her privately?'

'Not a bit. I can't say a word when I am alone with her, but I could
give her a bit of my mind when you are all present. Why don't you go,
and not stand looking as if you was as much by the head as brother Jo.'

Poor Mrs Prothero perceived that her husband was determined to have
Netta publicly reprimanded, so, much against her will, she left the
room. Rowland was preparing to follow, not liking the prospect of a
scene, when his father peremptorily called him back.

'Stay you, sir. If you was the better for going to Oxford, you'd try to
teach your sister how to behave, instead of cutting off the moment
you're wanted.'

'I really do not think, father, that a public reproof is likely to make
Netta change her mind. You would do better to talk quietly to her.'

Here Mrs Prothero returned, followed by Netta, looking as sulky as she
possibly could, and with the traces of tears on her face. There was an
awkward silence for a few seconds, during which both Mr Prothero and
Netta were getting redder and redder, and their inner man
correspondingly choleric. At last the father began the strife.

'Now, I say, Miss Netta,' there was a pause for a few minutes. 'Do you
hear, miss?'

'Yes, father, I hear very well,' said Netta, and muttered to herself in
continuation, 'who could help it?'

'You hear very well--I should think so. You hear a good deal you've no
business to listen to. Do you mean to give up that scamp Howel?'

No reply.

'Now it's no use for you to stand there and say nothing, for an answer I
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