to her, and had been greatly excited the whole
morning, as she had also been on the previous day, the trial having
lasted two days. At the climax, the true nature of the woman showed
itself, and the friends who surrounded her thought she was insane.

Judge, jury, witnesses, prosecutors, and finally every member of the
Prothero family came in for a share of abuse of the coarsest kind.
Rowland felt thankful that the greatest part of it was uttered in Welsh,
and that, therefore, Mrs Jones could not understand it, although the
strong guttural, made stronger by uncontrolled passion, was enough, in
itself, to frighten any one. Happily, she was surrounded by Christians
who pitied her, and did not leave her in her sin and sorrow to the
strange people who came, uncalled, to see what was the matter, and who
would fain have remained; but Rowland told them, decidedly, to go away.

Mr and Mrs Jones, also, withdrew at Rowland's request when the outburst
had somewhat subsided, and left him to reason with the wretched,
maddened woman alone.

He let the fury wear itself out, and then stood by to hear his
unfortunate sister and his father abused as the primary causes of
Howel's downfall.

'If he didn't be marrying beneath him, he 'ould be holding up his head,
and looking for a lady, who do be keeping him in his place. And Netta
Prothero so 'stravagant! ach a fi! and Prothero, Glanyfavon, who was
turning against him, and kicking me out of his house. Shame for you all,
Rowland Prothero! your own cousin and brother-in-law! and no one to be
saying a word to help him. Oh, anwyl! my boy! my Howels! What 'ould his
poor father be saying if he was knowing all! and how his money was going
and all mine too! I shall be going to the Eunion, and then you'll be
feeling satisfied, Rowland Prothero! and your mother, and that Gladys,
and all so grand! 'll be looking down upon me. And my Howels over the
sea! 'sported for fourteen years, and I 'ont be living to see him come
back again. Anwyl! anywyl!'

Here tears came, and Mrs Jenkins sank upon a chair, and covered her face
with her hands.

Rowland let them flow for a time, and then putting his hand kindly on
her shoulder said,--

'Aunt 'Lizbeth! you must try to keep up for Howel's sake. He will like
you to visit him now, perhaps,'

The kind tones touched a gentler chord in the poor woman's heart, and
she looked up at Rowland, like one awaking from a dream.

'Seure! Mr Rowland Prothero! I'm think