"I"d scorn to fawn on any one, Howel," says Netta indignantly; "I never did in my life. I always gave Miss Rice Rice as big a stare as she gave me."
"You will be able to give her a bigger now," laughs Howel. As they journeyed on, Howel pointed out all the different objects that were likely to interest his mother and Netta. Every one, or nearly every one, knows what an exciting event is a first journey to London, it matters not whether performed at eighteen or sixty-five. And if the first journey to London be also the first journey by rail, the wonder and excitement are doubled.
When Howel had finished all his instructions concerning the future, he thoroughly entered into the present, and enchanted his companions by his general knowledge of the pa.s.sing scenes, and the amusing stories he had to tell. Netta was more in love with him than ever before they reached town, and wondered that such a grand and clever gentleman could have kept constant to a little country cousin like herself. She had seen nothing of Howel during the most stirring years of his life, and could not have supposed what a change the mere commerce with the world could effect. She considered him far more agreeable than her brother Rowland, handsomer and more polished than Sir Hugh Pryse, and much more fashionable than Mr Rice Rice.
At Swindon he treated them liberally, and loaded Netta with sweets to take with her to the carriage after she had swallowed her cold chicken and wine. As to his mother, knowing her peculiar tastes, he gave her a gla.s.s of brandy and water, upon plea of illness, which she took with evident pleasure; but fearing to attract the attention of the smart people around her, sipped so daintly, that it was not half finished when the signal to return to the carriages sounded, and Howel hurried her off.
"Just let me put this piece of chicken and ham into my bag, Howel, and finish this drop," she whispered.
"Quick, mother, not a minute," was all the answer she received, accompanied by a pull of the sleeve so imperative, that she was obliged to leave her half filled gla.s.s behind her.
At the Oxford Station, Netta began to wonder what Rowland would think of her conduct.
"Think!" said Howel, with a scowling brow, "the prig! what right has he to think? He will know that three or four thousand a-year are somewhat better than a London curacy--ha! ha! and wish himself in my place, I fancy,"
As they neared London, Netta was haunted by visions of her brother, the only person she really feared.
"Suppose he should meet them! should find her out! Suppose the clergyman who married them should guess, from her name, she was his sister, and go and tell him?"
Howel laughed heartily at this, told her to look out of the window at London as they entered it, and see whether she thought one parson would be likely to be met by chance by another.
"This London!" exclaims Netta, "I see nothing but the roofs of a lot of ugly black houses!"
"Carmarthen is as fine, and Swansea finer!" says Mrs Jenkins, her face expressive of great disappointment.
"Draw down your veils, and stand there whilst I get a cab," says Howel, after they have descended upon the platform.
Netta trembles all over, and fancies every tall man in black must be Rowland.
"Name o" goodness what are all the people about?" says Mrs Jenkins. "My deet, there do be a lot of carriages! And look you, Netta, at all the gentlemen"s servants in blue and silver! Here"s a place! big enough to hold our town. Look you at the gla.s.s--like a large hot-house. Seure all London isn"t covered up like this!"
"Here you are! all right--come along quick!" says Howel, taking them to a cab, and putting them in.
"Half Moon Street, Piccadilly," and off they go, as fast as the poor cab-horse can take them.
"Now, what do you think of it, Netta?" asks Howel, as they drive through the magnificent streets and squares of the West End of London, where every house looks a palace.
Netta was so bewildered that she could not answer; but Mrs Jenkins talked for both.
"Look you! well to be seure! that"s grander than I ever see. There"s a church! Trees too! Who"d be thinking of trees in London? Well, name o"
goodness, where are all they people going? That church "ont hold "em all! There"s beauty! Is that St Paul"s, Howel, bach! or the Monument? My Griffey was talking of them! There"s houses! Seure that"s Prince Albert"s coach! There again! Where was all those carriages going? Ach a fi! that man was just driving into our horse. Howel, name o" goodness tell the coachman to tak" care. He"ll be upsetting us. Yes, indeet, Netta, there"s shops! One after another. Did you be buying Netta"s wedding clothes there, Howel! Is that a play-house? No! not a gentleman"s house? I "ould like to see a play for wanst, if n.o.body "ould tell our minister."
"If you are not too tired, I"ll take you to-night, mother," here broke in Howel. "We may go, perhaps, after you have had some tea. What do you say, Netta?"
"Anywhere you like, Howel," said Netta, "I am no more ready than if I was just starting."
"Pic what, Howel, was you calling this?" asked Jenkins.
"Piccadilly, mother. One of the best parts of London."
"Deet, and I should think so. "Tis like a "lumination lights. There"s no night here. Daylight all the year round. Trees again, like Glanyravon Park, and lights along by. There pretty--what a many carriages! Was they all going to the play? Soldiers, too, I am thinking! And more o" them gentlemen"s servants in blue and white. Do all the servants in London be wearing the same livery, Howel?"
"Those are the police, mother," said Howel, laughing.
"The pleece! Well, I do be calling them handsome men. When will the noise stop, Howel? I can"t hear myself speak, much less you and Netta.
"Tis more noise than Hollantide fair! But maybe "tis fairday here to-day, only I wasn"t seeing no cattle. There for you! that man "ll upset us, seure he will."
"Here we are, mother," interrupted Howel, as the cab stopped in Half Moon Street. "Now, you must remember that the landlady is not to be in all our secrets."
"Seure, and this isn"t half as grand as Pic--what"s that long name, Howel?"
"Will you walk upstairs, ma"am," said a well-dressed woman who stood in the pa.s.sage of the house at which they stopped.
"Thank you, ma"am," said Mrs Jenkins, making her very best curtsey to the landlady.
"Is tea ready, Mrs Thompson?" asked Howel, hastening into the pa.s.sage.
"Yes, sir!" replied Mrs Thompson, trying to catch a glimpse of Netta"s face.
"This way, mother," said Howel, striding upstairs. "You can send the traps into the bedrooms, Mrs Thompson. William, take them up."
This to a smart tiger, emblazoned in green and gold, belonging to Howel"s private menagerie.
"What a lovely room! what a beautiful fire!" cried Netta, as she followed Howel into a handsome first-floor drawing-room.
"Treue for you there!" said Mrs Jenkins, surveying herself in the gla.s.s.
Tea was ready, and a substantial repast besides, of which they all soon began to partake, and to which they did justice.
"I do wish I had that drop of brandy I left in those grand rooms, I am feeling a pain," began Mrs Jenkins.
Howel drew a flask from his pocket, and poured a little brandy into his mother"s tea.
"This must be the first and last time mother," he said, as he did so.
When they had finished tea, Howel told them that their room was within the folding-doors, and that Netta would find a dress there for the play, and must make haste, if she meant to go. His mother, being in her very best black, wanted nothing but the widow"s cap to complete her attire as chaperon. Howel lighted his cigar, and finished the brandy in the flask whilst the women were dressing. They soon returned, Netta looking really beautiful, in a new and fashionable white dress, elaborately trimmed with ribbons and lace.
Howel went up to her and kissed her with infinite satisfaction.
"Won"t we create a sensation at the Olympic," he said. "There will not be such bright eyes and lilies and roses to be seen there as yours, cousin Netta!"
"Mother don"t approve of plays, Howel!"
"You must think of me, not mother now," said Howel, ringing the bell and ordering a cab, which as soon as it arrived received our trio, and was driven to the Olympic, where they arrived in due time, and where we will leave them for the present.