tell him?'

Howel laughed heartily at this, told her to look out of the window at
London as they entered it, and see whether she thought one parson would
be likely to be met by chance by another.

'This London!' exclaims Netta, 'I see nothing but the roofs of a lot of
ugly black houses!'

'Carmarthen is as fine, and Swansea finer!' says Mrs Jenkins, her face
expressive of great disappointment.

'Draw down your veils, and stand there whilst I get a cab,' says Howel,
after they have descended upon the platform.

Netta trembles all over, and fancies every tall man in black must be
Rowland.

'Name o' goodness what are all the people about?' says Mrs Jenkins. 'My
deet, there do be a lot of carriages! And look you, Netta, at all the
gentlemen's servants in blue and silver! Here's a place! big enough to
hold our town. Look you at the glass--like a large hot-house. Seure all
London isn't covered up like this!'

'Here you are! all right--come along quick!' says Howel, taking them to
a cab, and putting them in.

'Half Moon Street, Piccadilly,' and off they go, as fast as the poor
cab-horse can take them.

'Now, what do you think of it, Netta?' asks Howel, as they drive through
the magnificent streets and squares of the West End of London, where
every house looks a palace.

Netta was so bewildered that she could not answer; but Mrs Jenkins
talked for both.

'Look you! well to be seure! that's grander than I ever see. There's a
church! Trees too! Who'd be thinking of trees in London? Well, name o'
goodness, where are all they people going? That church 'ont hold 'em
all! There's beauty! Is that St Paul's, Howel, bach! or the Monument? My
Griffey was talking of them! There's houses! Seure that's Prince
Albert's coach! There again! Where was all those carriages going? Ach a
fi! that man was just driving into our horse. Howel, name o' goodness
tell the coachman to tak' care. He'll be upsetting us. Yes, indeet,
Netta, there's shops! One after another. Did you be buying Netta's
wedding clothes there, Howel! Is that a play-house? No! not a
gentleman's house? I 'ould like to see a play for wanst, if nobody 'ould
tell our minister.'

'If you are not too tired, I'll take you to-night, mother,' here broke
in Howel. 'We may go, perhaps, after you have had some tea. What do you
say, Netta?'

'Anywhere you like, Howel,' said Netta, 'I am no more ready than if I
was just starting.'

'Pic what, Howel, was you calling this?' ask