If you said your own mother was provincial, it 'ould be true enough.' 'There again! if you are your own natural self, you leave out all your _w's_ directly; I wish you would be careful, Netta.' 'Well, so do the French.

I declare I won't speak again to-night, that I won't, you cross, unnatural, unfeeling fellow; and all because you're jealous of Owen.

Madame Duvet says he's the handsomest man she ever saw, and that his beard is enough to win any woman's heart.' 'You had better hold your tongue, I think,' said Howel, stifling a laugh at the idea of Owen's irresistible beard; 'you never say a word of sense.' 'And you never say a kind word,' said Netta, breaking down at that last attack, and beginning to cry.
'Now don't blubber, and let all the house hear you.' 'I wonder whether leaving out a _w_ is half as vulgar as to tell one's wife not to blubber.

But I won't speak to you again.

I wish I hadn't married you, I do.' 'I wish to heaven you hadn't.' At this Netta began to sob very much, and Howel softened somewhat, but not sufficiently to make any excuse for his conduct; and Netta went to bed, proud, indignant, and unhappy, and wishing herself back again at Glanyravon.
The next morning, Owen remarked that Netta did not speak to Howel at all, and that she was very reserved and strange in her manner to Captain Dancy.