y upon all men,' she paused, and added earnestly,
'especially upon him for whom we now desire to pray,' and little Minette
added to this, 'that is my poor papa.'

It was with difficulty that Gladys could conclude, she was herself so
affected by Netta's sobs, and Minette's innocent petition, but when they
rose from their knees, Netta said, 'I have not really prayed before,
Gladys, for a long time. Will God ever forgive me?' and Minette
entreated Gladys 'to teach her prayers in English; she liked them so
much better than in French.'

Gladys endeavoured to comfort the poor mother by passages from the
Scripture, and promised the child 'to teach her to pray,' and so she
helped to repay to her mother and grandmother the debt of gratitude she
owed to her and her family.

CHAPTER XLII.

THE NIECE.

THE following day Mrs Jones came to see Netta, and to do her part in
amusing her, and distracting her mind from Howel's promised return. Mr
Jones also accompanied Rowland in the afternoon in his visit to his
sister, and, the ice once broken, these kind and Christian people came,
alternately with Miss Gwynne, daily, for about a week, during which
period there had been no news of Howel, either public or private. Mr
Wenlock visited Netta regularly, but said there could be no improvement
in her health, and comparatively little strengthening of the mind, until
she could be removed to country air; this, however, she would not hear
of, although she cried very much, and was painfully excited, when
Rowland gave her a letter from her mother, entreating her to come to
Glanyravon, and made her acquainted with the contents of a letter he had
received from his father, which we will transcribe.

GLANYRAVON FARM, _October 9, 18--._

'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