They are cousins of the Protheros, Mrs Jenkins being Mr Prothero's first cousin, and the members of the younger generation being consequently second cousins.
Griffith Jenkins motions to his wife and son to leave the room, which they do immediately.

Rowland kneels beside his bed, the better to hear what he has to say.

He appears, however to revive, and is distinct enough in his enunciation of the following words, though very slow.
'My son Howel is come back, Mr Rowland, and do promise to be study.' 'I am very glad to hear it; it must be a great comfort to you,' 'But I am not seure of him.

He will be spending my money that I have been takking such pains to make.' 'I hope he may do good with it, Uncle Griff.' 'Good! no such thing.

Squander, squander! Spend the beauty gold! Will you promise me to see to it?
tak' care of it ?' 'I, Uncle Griff! I have no power with Howel.