ectly, Owen. How was I to
suppose you were in love with an Irish--I beg your pardon, with Miss
Gladys O'Grady, County Kilkenny, Ireland? A very pretty name, to be
sure! But if you don't go away I shall never be dressed by the time they
come from church. There, go like a good boy. I 'ont offend you any
more.'

'I will go as soon as you have told me what you and Howel did in Paris.
I seem to know nothing of your proceedings for ages past.'

'It was dreadfully dull there at first, and I thought I should have
died of it. I quite longed to be at home again. Howel was a great deal
out, and I was alone; but then he gave me a singing master, and a French
and dancing mistress, and made me work as hard as if I was at school
again. In about a month Captain Dancy and Mr Simpson came over, and it
was much more pleasant. We used to go to the opera and the play nearly
every night, and Captain Dancy introduced me to Madame Duvet, and she
introduced me to a great many other ladies, English and French, and we
had a good deal of fun. I went to balls and parties, and picture
galleries, and the Champs Elysees, and all the fashionable places.'

'But where did Howel meet with Mr Deep?' interrupted Owen.

'Oh! he used to be with him from the first. They are very old friends,
Howel says, and have known one another for years; he is a very
fashionable man, an attorney by profession. Simpson says that the races
couldn't go on without him.'

'I should think not,' said Owen, smiling; 'at all events, Mr Simpson's
races would be at a stand still without him. Did you, did Howel play
much abroad?'

'Yes, I learned from Madame Duvet? and I think Howel and Mr Deep and the
other gentlemen used to play all day. You know they have nothing else to
do in Paris. It would be very dull there without cards.'

'Poor Netta! is that what you learned with your little bit of French?'

'I assure you, Owen, Monsieur Letellier and a dozen other Frenchmen said
I had a beautiful accent, and that they would have thought I was born in
Paris.'

Owen laughed heartily, and Netta was offended, and told him to go away.
Just as he was in the act of obeying, Howel appeared.

'What! not up, Netta? How's the head? Owen, there's a letter for you.
Llanfach post-mark, and from a lady? such a neat, pretty, ladylike hand!
How sly you are to have lady correspondents, and not let us know who the
charmer is!'

'Let me see the direction,' said Netta, trying to get the letter from