That is the only redeeming point in my character.

Wild enough I have been, and roving all my life, but I never gambled.

Excuse me now, as I must go and see my sister.' He went accordingly to Netta's room, and after knocking at the door, and hearing that she was still in bed, entered unceremoniously.

He was at once struck with the difference between the Netta of the farm, in her little muslin night-cap, that he had often fairly pulled off, to get her to promise to leave the pretty white-curtained bed, and the lady of Abertewey, in lace and fine linen, reclining beneath satin drapery, in a room furnished most luxuriously.
'Well, Netta, I have you alone at last; and now, if your head is not very bad, we will have a regular old-fashioned gossip,' said Owen, stooping to kiss the pretty flushed face of the little sister he dearly loved, despite her follies.
'Did you stop at home for me, Owen?
How very kind! I don't think any one else would,' said Netta.
'Oh, yes, many others would if it were necessary; but I wanted to have you all to myself.

Now I know you have been longing to ask me a hundred questions, but have never got beyond "How are they all at home ?" yet.' Netta blushed, and stammered out, as an apology, that she had never been at leisure one minute all the week.
By degrees she began to talk of home and her parents, and Owen was glad to find that as she did so she returned to her old, natural self.