Netta tried to smother a laugh.
'I am sure he is quite as good looking as you are, with your cross face.
You are enough to frighten one out of one's wits.' 'If you had any, Miss Netta.

But come, this is absurd.

Is it to be Sir Hugh in perspective, or cousin Howel at once ?' Netta was still pouting, fidgeting with her parasol, and restlessly pushing her foot through the grass and flowers, when they were startled by a voice crying,-- 'Is that you, Netta ?' Both looked up in affright, and, to their extreme disgust, perceived their very sedate brother and cousin, Rowland, threading his way down the opposite side of the ravine.

He was soon at the bottom, and in less than a minute had crossed from stone to stone over the brook, and stood by the side of his sister.
'Netta, what can you be doing here ?' he asked abruptly.
'I came for a walk,' was the somewhat hesitating reply.
'Then, perhaps, you will have no objection to walk home with me,' said Rowland, looking reproachfully at Howel.

He met a defiant glance in return.
'Howel,' he said, 'I do not think my father would approve of Netta's meeting you here, and, I therefore, must beg to break up an interview that had been better avoided.' 'Whatever right your father may have, sir, to prevent my seeing your sister, at any rate you have none,' was Howel's indignant reply.
'Then I shall take a brother's right, and in the absence of my father, assume his place.