Whilst Mrs Prothero was tenderly nursing her daughter, and gently assuring her of her love and forgiveness, Mrs Griffey Jenkins was discussing her arrival with the various domestics and the nurse, who went into an adjoining room to have her supper, where Mrs Griffey also had hers.

Their conversation was carried on in an under voice, and between sips of gin and water, Mrs Griffey said,—­

’You do see, Mrs Gwillim, that if Mrs Howel was to die, my Howels ’ould be seure to be marrying again.  He could have anybody.’

‘Of course, ma’am—­of course.’

’There don’t be a lady anywhere as ’ouldn’t be proud to be marrying my Howels.  Up in London there’s my Lady Sinclairs, and a hundred others; and down here there’s Miss Nugent, or Miss Gwynne.  You do see, Mrs Gwillim, that though Mrs Howels do be very respectable, she ’ouldn’t be Mrs Howel Jenkins, Abertewey, only my Howels was too honourable not to be marrying her.  I ’ould be sorry after her, but if she was to be taken, why, she couldn’t go at a better time.  What was you thinking of her by now?’

‘Very bad, ma’am, very bad,’ said Mrs Gwillim, ominously shaking her head.

And ‘very bad,’ Netta undoubtedly was all that night.  Dr Richards did not leave the house, and in due course of time the other medical man arrived; still, the half-expressed and wholly felt wishes of her mother-in-law for her death were not realised.  The dawn of morning found her sleeping peaceably with her infant in her arms, and her mother thanking God that she was better.

At ten o’clock in the morning, carriage wheels were again heard, and Mrs Prothero trembled as Howel entered the house, and there was a consultation of doctors as to the propriety of his seeing his wife at once.

Mrs Griffey anticipated every one else by going direct to Howel.

‘How is she, mother?’ were his first words.

‘Better they do say.’

’Then why on earth did they telegraph for me.  It may be the loss of thousands.’

‘Mrs Prothero is with Netta, Howel, bach.’

‘Who dared to bring her into my house?’

’Netta, I ‘spose.  They was turning me out of Glanyravon.’

‘And I’ll turn her out of Abertewey, the canting old humbug.’

Here Dr Richards came in.

’She is out of danger, I hope, Mr Jenkins; anxiety about you reduced her so low; and I took upon myself to send for her mother, who has roused her, and, I believe, saved her life.  She knows you are come, and perhaps the sight of you for a moment may not injure her, as she is very anxious to see you; but we must not excite her.’

Howel looked paler and darker than usual, and Dr Richards attributed it, and his silence, to his emotion.  They went together upstairs, and Howel stood by the bed where lay his young wife and his first-born child.  As he looked upon the pale face of Netta, and saw her large black eyes gleam with joy, and her lips purse themselves up like a double cherry, to kiss him, he was touched.  He bent over her, and kissed her warmly.  When she uncovered a small portion of the bed-clothes, and displayed the infant that lay in her arms, a smile passed over his countenance, and he kissed his wife and child together.