After that last sad scene one can scarcely think of anything earthly.

Oh, Howel! I wish you would consider the shortness and uncertainty of life, and what is its end.' 'So awful do I consider its end that I mean to enjoy it while it lasts.
But don't go off with the impression that I was not shocked and frightened with what we have just seen.

It is one thing to read and write about a death-bed and another to witness it.

But I cannot weep or pray as some people can.' 'You might do both if you would only seek aright.' 'There, enough! I am past being preached to as a naughty boy, and can now look forward to some enjoyment without robbing my own father, or getting my mother to rob him, to procure it.

But I shall never forget that last struggle?
no, never.' Here, with a face of horror, Howel began his restless walk again.
Rowland sat in melancholy silence.
'Rowland,' suddenly broke in Howel, 'how is Netta ?' 'Quite well, I thank you,' answered Rowland gravely.
'I have not seen her for a long time?
will you remember me to her ?' 'I cannot promise to do so.' 'Do you think me a fiend, sir, that my name cannot be mentioned to my cousin?
I will manage to convey my own remembrances.' 'Howel, you know how it is?
I do not mean to be unkind.