He doated on this obstinate, pretty, wilful child of his--the only girl, and whose temper was the very facsimile of his own.
'It's you're hurting me most, Netta, by rushing into certain misery.
Will you promise ?' Again he took hold of the arm.
'One would think you were a Papist, father, and this the Inquisition,' said Netta, growing learned under the torture of her father's grasp, 'Well said, Netta,' broke in Mr Jonathan, aroused by any allusion to any subject out of the present.

'A cruel court that perhaps more properly called Jesuitical than Papistical.' Mr Prothero gave Netta a slight shake, which shook more passion into both of them, and frightened Mrs Prothero.
'Once for all, Netta, will you promise to give up that scamp of a cousin of yours, Howel Jenkins ?' roared the father.
'I won't promise anything at all,' replied Netta doggedly; and freeing herself from her father, she ran to her uncle as if for protection.
'You won't!' said Mr Prothero, pursuing her, 'then I tell you what it is.

The moment you are known to keep company with him, you may find some other home than this; and if you determine to marry him, you shall be no longer a daughter of mine.

I'll never, as long as I live--' 'Hush, hush, David, hush, please,' said Mrs Prothero, putting her hand on his arm.

'Netta will not disobey us, I am sure.