And 'very bad,' Netta undoubtedly was all that night. Dr Richards did not leave the house, and in due course of time the other medical man arrived; still, the half-expressed and wholly felt wishes of her mother-in-law for her death were not realised. The dawn of morning found her sleeping peaceably with her infant in her arms, and her mother thanking God that she was better.
At ten o'clock in the morning, carriage wheels were again heard, and Mrs Prothero trembled as Howel entered the house, and there was a consultation of doctors as to the propriety of his seeing his wife at once.
Mrs Griffey anticipated every one else by going direct to Howel.
'How is she, mother?' were his first words.
'Better they do say.'
'Then why on earth did they telegraph for me. It may be the loss of thousands.'
'Mrs Prothero is with Netta, Howel, bach.'
'Who dared to bring her into my house?'
'Netta, I 'spose. They was turning me out of Glanyravon.'
'And I'll turn her out of Abertewey, the canting old humbug.'