'But I will not waste time with a canting, Methodist parson like you.

I wish you as many converts as you desire, but not myself amongst them.

Remember, Netta! Good bye.

I suppose your most excellent brother will allow us to shake hands.' Netta held out her hand, and as Howel shook it, he again repeated the word 'remember.' Rowland advanced a pace or two, and partly extended his hand.

Howel turned abruptly away, and with a contemptuous glance, merely said, 'Good day to you,' The brother and sister took an opposite course to his, and had to cross the brook, whilst he pushed his way through the briers that had impeded Netta's path.