n Station.

Owen took a second-class ticket for himself, but when Netta heard that
he had done so she begged so hard to be allowed to travel second class
with him, or that he would come with her, that he was obliged to change
it, and become, as he expressed it, 'a grand gentleman for once in his
life.'

They had a compartment to themselves, into which Rowland went, to be
with Netta until the whistle sounded.

'Oh, brother!' sobbed Netta, 'if I never see you again, promise to be
kind to Howel; promise to give him whatever I leave for him. Perhaps I
shall die,--I don't know. Tell him all you have said to me; try to make
him good, and give him the hope you have given me. Will you, brother?
Say, will you?'

'I will do everything you wish, my darling sister, if I have the
opportunity.'

'And will you write to me about what you have been saying to me?'

'I will, dear, regularly. But you have only to believe and pray. God
bless you, Netta, dear! God for ever bless you!'

The guard was at the door, Owen in the carriage. Rowland gave Netta one
long, last kiss, and went out upon the platform.

'Kiss me, uncle,' said Minette, putting her little face out of the
window.

When she drew it in again she wiped off a tear that Rowland had left
upon her cheek.

'Good-bye, Gladys,--good-bye, Owen,' he said, stretching out his hand,
which was clasping that of his brother as the train began to move, and
separated him from the sister, brother, niece, and friend whom he loved
so well.

Poor Netta cried long and quietly in the corner of the carriage in which
she had been placed. Of course she had the side without an arm that she
might put up her feet when she liked, so Owen and Gladys were placed, of
necessity, side by side, and Minette jumped upon Gladys' lap, and began
talking of Glanyravon. Owen and Gladys were quite shy with one another.
The former studied Bradshaw, the latter occupied herself with Minette.

When Netta ceased crying, Owen tried to engage her attention, and amused
her for a time by accounts of home and country news. But by degrees she
relapsed into her usual abstraction.

Owen hated railway travelling, and was a great fidget. Out at every
station, of course, and alternately reading the newspaper and making
remarks upon the confounded November weather when in the carriage. He
scarcely addressed Gladys particularly, but talked to Netta or Minette;
and Gladys thought him very cold and constrained, but did not k