Good-bye for the present.' Owen did not stay to consider, but walked past the handsome lodge, and up the drive, according to Howel's direction.
'Mighty condescending and very patronising, cousin Howel!' he soliloquised; 'but I will go and see how Netta gets on, and how your highness treats her.' He reached the house, and rang stoutly at the bell.

A servant answered it, who was adjusting his coat just put on, he not having expected such early visitors.
'The back entrance is round the corner there, young man,' were his words on perceiving Owen, whose pride was greatly roused thereby.
'Tell Mrs Howel Jenkins that her brother, Mr Owen Prothero, is here,' said Owen, intending to electrify the man.
But he did not succeed.

The servants knew very well that their mistress's family was not of 'county rank,' and that its members were not upon terms with the Aberteweys, therefore had no very high opinion of them.

He turned on his heel, and told a female servant to tell Lucette, the French maid, to tell her mistress that Mr Owen Prothero was at the door.
In a few minutes the man reappeared, and, with a great increase of civility, asked Mr Prothero to walk into the breakfast-room, and said his mistress would be down as soon as possible.

Whilst he was admiring the room and its costly furniture, and considering the tea service, a smart little French-woman came to him and asked him in French, whether he would stay to breakfast; as he knew something of the language he replied in the affirmative.