Howel has popped the question, and father has refused him.' If Owen had ever been really in love, he would have spoken less abruptly on such a delicate subject, as he found, when he saw Netta turn pale, then red, then burst into tears and run away from him into the house.
He followed her, somewhat distressed, to the door of her bedroom.

He knocked gently, but received no answer.
'Netta, let me in, I have something to say to you,' No reply, but a passionate sobbing audible.
'Netta, dear Netta, I am so sorry for you.

Let me in.' He tried the door, but it was locked.
'Netta, if you don't let me in I'll go and fetch mother directly.

One, two, three, and, now, open the door, I'm going.

One, two, three, and away!' He walked down the passage, and heard the door opened behind him.
'Owen, come here, I will let you in,' 'There's a good little sister.' 'Don't palaver me, sir,' burst forth Netta, as soon as her door was closed.