Good evening.

Dear me, how wretched that poor girl looks.' Miss Gwynne was soon hastening homewards, heedless of the splendid sky above, or the glowing fields beneath.

She was making reflections on the excellence of Mrs Prothero, the silliness of Netta, the precision of Rowland, and the misery of the girl Gladys.

Thence she turned her thoughts upon herself, and suddenly discovered that she had been too decided in at once ordering any person to the workhouse, without at first knowing the case.
'But it is no wonder that I am too decided sometimes, when my father is so dreadfully weak and vacillating,' she said to herself; 'indeed I do not think, after all, that one can be too decided in this irresolute world.' This very decided young lady is the only child and supposed heiress of Gwynne of Glanyravon, as her father is usually called.

She is an aristocratic-looking personage, with a certain I-will-have-my-own-way air, that you cannot help recognising at once.