Netta, you know you are doing wrong; come with me.' Netta hesitated, but her brother's manner was authoritative, and she felt that she dared not disobey.
'I tell you what it is, Rowland, you have always assumed a tone with me that I neither can nor will brook,' passionately exclaimed Howel.' I beg you to account for your conduct, and to understand that I will have either an apology or satisfaction for your ungentlemanly proceedings.' 'I never apologise when I have done no wrong; and as for satisfaction, as you understand it, I have not the power of making it.

I will not desecrate the Sabbath by an unseemly quarrel amidst the most beautiful works of creation, nor offend my sister's ear by recrimination.

If you have any real regard for her, you will allow her to go home quietly with me, and remember that we are all relations, and ought to be friends.' 'Friends we can never be.

The only friend I have in your family is Owen, except, perhaps, Netta, who is turned by one and the other of you, like a weathercock by the winds.' 'I beg your pardon, cousin Howel,' began Netta.
'We have had enough of this,' said Rowland calmly.

'If you choose to come and see us as a relation, in a straightforward manner, Howel, we should be glad to see you, but underhand ways are equally disagreeable to us all.' 'How remarkably condescending!' said Howel with a sneer.