I am very glad to see you, so will be Netta.

Travelled early to hide your carpet bag, or whatever it is ?' 'Knapsack,' said Owen, shaking his cousin's offered hand; 'I'm off to sea again.' 'A queer road to take; but you come to see us on your way, of course.
Let me introduce you to Mr Simpson, Sir John Simpson's son.

My cousin, Mr Simpson, my wife's brother.
Owen nodded, and Mr Simpson bowed.
'We're going out fishing, but you'll find Netta--in bed, I'm afraid, but she'll be glad to see you anywhere.

Go up the avenue, and let Netta know you've come.

We shall be home to dinner at seven.