He told her everything that had happened at Glanyravon since she left it, save and except what related to Gladys.

He never even mentioned her name.
Netta had various ebullitions of temper during their conversation and declared herself greatly aggrieved by her father's conduct.
'But it is just as well,' she said, 'for our positions are so different that we should never have got on comfortably.

Howel is determined never to make up with father.' 'I am afraid he is not likely to have the option,' said Owen, gravely.
'But you should write and beg his pardon, Netta; you know you acted directly contrary to his wishes.' 'I think I would write, Owen, but Howel won't hear of it; he gets furious if I even name Glanyravon, and can't bear any of 'em except you.' 'Netta, I think you must use your influence to keep Howel from so much horse-racing and betting and card-playing.' 'He don't care for what I say, and goes in a passion when I advise him.' 'But surely you needn't play yourself as you do, and so late! Only think what my mother--' 'Nonsense, Owen.

That would be very fine for Rowland; but you needn't take to lecturing.

You never were a pattern brother or son either.' Owen felt his sister's words more keenly than she intended.
'You are right, Netta, but I hope to mend.