wanted：IrepeatedwhatIhadsaid，whereuponhisfacebecameanimated。
　　"LlanfairMathafarneithaf！"saidhe。"Yes，Icantellyouaboutit，andwithgoodreason，foritliesnotfarfromtheplacewhereIwasborn。"
　　Theabovewasthesubstanceofwhathesaid，andnothingmore，forhespokeinEnglishsomewhatbroken。
　　"AndhowfarisLlanfairfromhere？"saidI。
　　"Abouttenmiles，"hereplied。
　　"That’snothing，"saidI："Iwasafraiditwasmuchfarther。"
　　"Doyoucalltenmilesnothing，"saidhe，"inaburningdaylikethis？IthinkyouwillbebothtiredandthirstybeforeyougettoLlanfair，supposingyougothereonfoot。ButwhatmayyourbusinessbeatLlanfair？"saidhe，lookingatmeinquisitively。
　　"Itisastrangeplacetogoto，unlessyougotobuyhogsorcattle。"
　　"Igotobuyneitherhogsnorcattle，"saidI，"thoughIamsomewhatofajudgeofboth；Igoonamoreimportanterrand，namelytoseethebirth—placeofthegreatGronwyOwen。"
　　"AreyouanyrelationofGronwyOwen？"saidtheoldman，lookingatmemoreinquisitivelythanbefore，throughalargepairofspectacleswhichhewore。
　　"Nonewhatever，"saidI。
　　"Thenwhydoyougotoseehisparish，itisaverypoorone。"
　　"Fromrespecttohisgenius，"saidI；"Ireadhisworkslongago，andwasdelightedwiththem。"
　　"AreyouaWelshman？"saidtheoldman。
　　"No，"saidI，"IamnoWelshman。"
　　"CanyouspeakWelsh？"saidhe，addressingmeinthatlanguage。
　　"Alittle，"saidI；"butnotsowellasIcanreadit。"
　　"Well，"saidtheoldman，"Ihavelivedhereagreatmanyyears，butneverbeforedidaSaxoncalluponme，askingquestionsaboutGronwyOwen，orhisbirth—place。Immortalitytohismemory！Iowemuchtohim，forreadinghiswritingstaughtmetobeapoet！"
　　"Dearme！"saidI，"areyouapoet？"
　　"ItrustIam，"saidhe；"thoughthehumblestofYnysFon。"
　　Aflashofproudfire，methought，illuminedhisfeaturesashepronouncedtheselastwords。
　　"Iammosthappytohavemetyou，"saidI；"buttellmehowamItogettoLlanfair？"
　　"Youmustgofirst，"saidhe，"toTraethCochwhichinSaxoniscalledthe’RedSand。’InthevillagecalledthePentraethwhichliesabovethatsand，Iwasborn；throughthevillageandoverthebridgeyoumustpass，andafterwalkingfourmilesduenorthyouwillfindyourselfinLlanfaireithaf，atthenorthernextremityofMon。Farewell！ThateverSaxonshouldaskmeaboutGronwyOwen，andhisbirth—place！IscarcelybelieveyoutobeaSaxon，butwhetheryoubeornot，Irepeatfarewell。"
　　ComingtotheMenaiBridgeIaskedthemanwhotookthepennytollattheentrance，thewaytoPentraethCoch。
　　"Youseethatwhitehousebythewood，"saidhe，pointingsomedistanceintoAnglesey；"youmustmaketowardsittillyoucometoaplacewheretherearefourcrossroadsandthenyoumusttaketheroadtotheright。"
　　PassingoverthebridgeImademywaytowardsthehousebythewoodwhichstoodonthehilltillIcamewherethefourroadsmet，whenIturnedtotherightasdirected。
　　ThecountrythroughwhichIpassedseemedtolerablywellcultivated，thehedge—rowswereveryhigh，seemingtospringoutoflowstonewalls。Imettwoorthreegangsofreapersproceedingtotheirworkwithscythesintheirhands。
　　Inabouthalf—an—hourIpassedbyafarm—housepartlysurroundedwithwalnuttrees。Stillthesamehighhedgesonbothsidesoftheroad：arethesehedgesrelicsofthesacrificialgrovesofMona？
　　thoughtItomyself。ThenIcametoawretchedvillagethroughwhichIhurriedattherateofsixmilesanhour。Ithensawalong，lofty，craggyhillonmyrighthandtowardstheeast。
　　"Whatmountainisthat？"saidItoanurchinplayinginthehotdustoftheroad。
　　"MynyddLydiart！"saidtheurchin，tossingupahandfulofthehotdustintotheair，partofwhichindescendingfellintomyeyes。
　　Ishortlyafterwardspassedbyahandsomelodge。Ithensawgroves，mountainLydiartforminganoblebackground。
　　"Whoownsthiswood？"saidIinWelshtotwomenwhowerelimbingafelledtreebytheroad—side。
　　"LordVivian，"answeredone，touchinghishat。
　　"Thegentlemanisourcountryman，"saidhetotheotherafterIhadpassed。
　　Iwasnowdescendingthesideofaprettyvalley，andsoonfoundmyselfatPentraethCoch。ThepartofthePentraethwhereInowwasconsistedofafewhousesandachurch，orsomethingwhichI
　　judgedtobeachurch，fortherewasnosteeple；thehousesandchurchstoodaboutalittleopenspotorsquare，thechurchontheeast，andonthewestaneatlittleinnorpublic—houseoverthedoorofwhichwaswritten"TheWhiteHorse。HughPritchard。"BythistimeIhadverifiedinpartthepredictionoftheoldWelshpoetofthepost—office。ThoughIwasnotyetarrivedatLlanfair，Iwas，ifnottired，verythirsty，owingtotheburningheatoftheweather，soIdeterminedtogoinandhavesomeale。OnenteringthehouseIwasgreetedinEnglishbyMrHughPritchardhimself，atallbulkymanwithaweather—beatencountenance，dressedinabrownjerkinandcorduroytrowsers，withabroadlow—crownedbuff—
　　colouredhatonhishead，andwhatmighthecalledhalfshoesandhalfhigh—lowsonhisfeet。Hehadashortpipeinhismouth，whichwhenhegreetedmehetookout，butreplacedassoonasthegreetingwasover，whichconsistedof"Good—day，sir，"deliveredinafrank，heartytone。IlookedMrHughPritchardinthefaceandthoughtIhadneverseenamorehonestcountenance。OnmytellingMrPritchardthatIwantedapintofale，abuxomdamselcameforwardandledmeintoanicecoolparlourontheright—handsideofthedoor，andthenwenttofetchtheale。
　　MrPritchardmeanwhilewentintoakindoftap—room，frontingtheparlour，whereIheardhimtalkinginWelshaboutpigsandcattletosomeofhiscustomers。Iobservedthathespokewithsomehesitation；whichcircumstanceImentionasrathercurious，hebeingtheonlyWelshmanIhaveeverknownwho，whenspeakinghisnativelanguage，appearedtobeatalossforwords。Thedamselpresentlybroughtmetheale，whichItastedandfoundexcellent；
　　shewasgoingawaywhenIaskedherwhetherMrPritchardwasherfather；onherreplyingintheaffirmativeIinquiredwhethershewasborninthathouse。
　　"No！"saidshe；"IwasborninLiverpool；myfatherwasborninthishouse，whichbelongedtohisfathersbeforehim，butheleftitatanearlyageandmarriedmymotherinLiverpool，whowasanAngleseywoman，andsoIwasborninLiverpool。"
　　"AndwhatdidyoudoinLiverpool？"saidI。
　　"Mymotherkeptalittleshop，"saidthegirl，"whilstmyfatherfollowedvariousoccupations。"
　　"Andhowlonghaveyoubeenhere？"saidI。
　　"Sincethedeathofmygrandfather，"saidthegirl，"whichhappenedaboutayearago。Whenhediedmyfathercamehereandtookpossessionofhisbirth—right。"
　　"YouspeakverygoodEnglish，"saidI；"haveyouanyWelsh？"
　　"Ohyes，plenty，"saidthegirl；"wealwaysspeakWelshtogether，butbeingbornatLiverpool，IofcoursehaveplentyofEnglish。"
　　"Andwhichlanguagedoyouprefer？"saidI。
　　"IthinkIlikeEnglishbest，"saidthegirl，"itisthemostusefullanguage。"
　　"NotinAnglesey，"saidI。
　　"Well，"saidthegirl，"itisthemostgenteel。"
　　"Gentility，"saidI，"willbetheruinofWelsh，asithasbeenofmanyotherthings—whathaveItopayfortheale？"
　　"Threepence，"saidshe。
　　Ipaidthemoneyandthegirlwentout。Ifinishedmyale，andgettingupmadeforthedoor；atthedoorIwasmetbyMrHughPritchard，whocameoutofthetap—roomtothankmeformycustom，andtobidmefarewell。IaskedhimwhetherIshouldhaveanydifficultyinfindingthewaytoLlanfair。
　　"Nonewhatever，"saidhe，"youhaveonlytopassoverthebridgeoftheTraeth，andtogoduenorthforaboutfourmiles，andyouwillfindyourselfinLlanfair。"
　　"Whatkindofplaceisit？"saidI。
　　"Apoorstragglingvillage，"saidMrPritchard。
　　"ShallIbeabletoobtainalodgingthereforthenight？"saidI。
　　"Scarcelyonesuchasyouwouldlike，"saidHugh。
　　"AndwherehadIbestpassthenight？"Idemanded。
　　"Wecanaccommodateyoucomfortablyhere，"saidMrPritchard，"providedyouhavenoobjectiontocomeback。"
　　ItoldhimthatIshouldbeonlytoohappy，andforthwithdeparted，gladatheartthatIhadsecuredacomfortablelodgingforthenight。
　　CHAPTERXXXII
　　LeavePentraeth—TranquilScene—TheKnoll—TheMillerandhisWife—PoetryofGronwy—KindOffer—ChurchofLlanfair—NoEnglish—ConfusionofIdeas—TheGronwy—NotableLittleGirl—
　　TheSycamoreLeaf—HomefromCalifornia。
　　THEvillageofPentraethGochoccupiestwosidesofaromanticdell—thatpartofitwhichstandsonthesouthernside，andwhichcomprisesthechurchandthelittleinn，isbyfartheprettiest，thatwhichoccupiesthenorthernisapoorassemblageofhuts，abrookrollsatthebottomofthedell，overwhichthereisalittlebridge：comingtothebridgeIstopped，andlookedoverthesideintothewaterrunningbrisklybelow。Anagedmanwholookedlikeabeggar，butwhodidnotbegofme，stoodby。
　　"Towhatplacedoesthiswaterrun？"saidIinEnglish。
　　"IknownoSaxon，"saidheintremblingaccents。
　　IrepeatedmyquestioninWelsh。
　　"Tothesea，"hesaid，"whichisnotfaroff，indeeditissonear，thatwhentherearehightides，thesaltwatercomesuptothisbridge。"
　　"Youseemfeeble？"saidI。
　　"Iamso，"saidhe，"forIamold。"
　　"Howoldareyou？"saidI。
　　"Sixteenaftersixty，"saidtheoldmanwithasigh；"andIhavenearlylostmysightandmyhearing。"
　　"Areyoupoor？"saidI。
　　"Very，"saidtheoldman。
　　Igavehimatriflewhichheacceptedwiththanks。
　　"Whyisthissandcalledtheredsand？"saidI。
　　"Icannottellyou，"saidtheoldman，"IwishIcould，foryouhavebeenkindtome。"
　　BiddinghimfarewellIpassedthroughthenorthernpartofthevillagetothetopofthehill。Iwalkedalittlewayforwardandthenstopped，asIhaddoneatthebridgeinthedale，andlookedtotheeast，overalowstonewall。
　　BeforemelaytheseaorratherthenorthernentranceoftheMenaiStraits。TomyrightwasmountainLidiartprojectingsomewayintothesea；tomyleft，thatistothenorth，wasahighhill，withafewwhitehousesnearitsbase，formingasmallvillage，whichawomanwhopassedbyknittingtoldmewascalledLlanPederGochortheChurchofRedSaintPeter。MountainLidiartandtheNorthernHillformedtheheadlandsofabeautifulbayintowhichthewatersoftheTraethdell，fromwhichIhadcome，weredischarged。A
　　sandbank，probablycoveredwiththeseaathightide，seemedtostretchfrommountainLidiartaconsiderablewaytowardsthenorthernhill。Mountain，bayandsandbankwerebathedinsunshine；
　　thewaterwasperfectlycalm；nothingwasmovinguponit，norupontheshore，andIthoughtIhadneverbeheldamorebeautifulandtranquilscene。
　　Iwenton。Thecountrywhichhadhithertobeenverybeautiful，aboundingwithyellowcorn—fields，becamesterileandrocky；therewerestonewalls，butnohedges。Ipassedbyamooronmyleft，thenamooryhillockonmyright；thewaywasbrokenandstony；alltracesofthegoodroadsofWaleshaddisappeared；thehabitationswhichIsawbythewayweremiserablehovelsintoandoutofwhichlargesowswerestalking，attendedbytheirfarrows。
　　"AmIfarfromLlanfair？"saidItoachild。
　　"YouareinLlanfair，gentleman，"saidthechild。
　　AdesolateplacewasLlanfair。Theseaintheneighbourhoodtothesouth，limekilnswiththeirstiflingsmokenotfarfromme。Isatdownonalittlegreenknollontheright—handsideoftheroad；asmallhousewasnearme，andadesolate—lookingmillataboutafurlong’sdistance，tothesouth。Hogscameaboutmegruntingandsniffing。Ifeltquitemelancholy。
　　"Isthistheneighbourhoodofthebirth—placeofGronwyOwen？"saidItomyself。"Nowonderthathewasunfortunatethroughlife，springingfromsucharegionofwretchedness。"
　　Wretchedastheregionseemed，however，Isoonfoundtherewerekindlyheartsclosebyme。
　　AsIsatontheknollIheardsomeoneslightlycoughverynearme，andlookingtotheleftsawamandressedlikeamillerlookingatmefromthegardenofthelittlehouse，whichIhavealreadymentioned。
　　IgotupandgavehimtheseleofthedayinEnglish。Hewasamanaboutthirty，rathertallthanotherwise，withaveryprepossessingcountenance。HeshookhisheadatmyEnglish。
　　"What，"saidI，addressinghiminthelanguageofthecountry，"haveyounoEnglish？PerhapsyouhaveWelsh？"
　　"Plenty，"saidhe，laughing"thereisnolackofWelshamongstanyofushere。AreyouaWelshman？"
　　"No，"saidI，"anEnglishmanfromthefareastofLloegr。"
　　"Andwhatbringsyouhere？"saidtheman。
　　"Astrangeerrand，"Ireplied，"tolookatthebirth—placeofamanwhohaslongbeendead。"
　　"Doyoucometoseekforaninheritance？"saidtheman。
　　"No，"saidI。"Besidesthemanwhosebirth—placeIcametosee，diedpoor，leavingnothingbehindhimbutimmortality。"
　　"Whowashe？"saidthemiller。
　　"DidyoueverhearasoundofGronwyOwen？"saidI。
　　"Frequently，"saidthemiller；"Ihavefrequentlyheardasoundofhim。Hewasbornclosebyinahouseyonder，"pointingtothesouth。
　　"Ohyes，gentleman，"saidanice—lookingwoman，whoholdingalittlechildbythehandwascometothehouse—door，andwaseagerlylistening，"wehavefrequentlyheardspeakofGronwyOwen；
　　thereismuchtalkofhimintheseparts。"
　　"Iamgladtohearit，"saidI，"forIhavefearedthathisnamewouldnotbeknownhere。"
　　"Pray，gentleman，walkin！"saidthemiller；"wearegoingtohaveourafternoon’smeal，andshallberejoicedifyouwilljoinus。"
　　"Yes，do，gentleman，"saidthemiller’swife，forsuchthegoodwomanwas；"andmanyawelcomeshallyouhave。"
　　Ihesitated，andwasabouttoexcusemyself。
　　"Don’trefuse，gentleman！"saidboth，"surelyyouarenottooproudtositdownwithus？"
　　"IamafraidIshallonlycauseyoutrouble，"saidI。
　　"Dimblinder，notrouble，"exclaimedbothatonce；"praydowalkin！"
　　Ienteredthehouse，andthekitchen，parlour，orwhateveritwas，anicelittleroomwithaslatefloor。Theymademesitdownatatablebythewindow，whichwasalreadylaidforameal。Therewasacleanclothuponit，atea—pot，cupsandsaucers，alargeplateofbread—and—butter，andaplate，onwhichwereafewverythinslicesofbrown，waterycheese。
　　Mygoodfriendstooktheirseats，thewifepouredoutteaforthestrangerandherhusband，helpedusbothtobread—and—butterandthewaterycheese，thentookcareofherself。Before，however，I
　　couldtastethetea，thewife，seemingtorecollectherself，startedup，andhurryingtoacupboard，producedabasinfullofsnow—whitelumpsugar，andtakingthespoonoutofmyhand，placedtwoofthelargestlumpsinmycup，thoughshehelpedneitherherhusbandnorherself；thesugar—basinbeingprobablyonlykeptforgrandoccasions。
　　Myeyesfilledwithtears；forinthewholecourseofmylifeIhadneverexperiencedsomuchgenuinehospitality。HonourtothemillerofMonaandhiswife；andhonourtothekindhospitableCeltsingeneral！Howdifferentisthereceptionofthisdespisedraceofthewanderingstrangerfromthatof—。However，IamaSaxonmyself，andtheSaxonshavenodoubttheirvirtues；apitythattheyshouldbealluncouthandungraciousones！
　　Iaskedmykindhosthisname。
　　"JohnJones，"hereplied，"MelinyddofLlanfair。"
　　"Isthemillwhichyouworkyourownproperty？"Iinquired。
　　"No，"heanswered，"Irentitofapersonwholivescloseby。"
　　"Andhowhappensit，"saidI，"thatyouspeaknoEnglish？"
　　"Howshouldithappen，"saidhe，"thatIshouldspeakany？Ihaveneverbeenfarfromhere；mywifewhohaslivedatserviceatLiverpoolcanspeaksome。"
　　"Canyoureadpoetry？"saidI。
　　"Icanreadthepsalmsandhymnsthattheysingatourchapel，"hereplied。
　　"ThenyouarenotoftheChurch？"saidI。
　　"Iamnot，"saidthemiller；"IamaMethodist。"
　　"CanyoureadthepoetryofGronwyOwen？"saidI。
　　"Icannot，"saidthemiller，"thatiswithanycomfort；hispoetryisintheancientWelshmeasures，whichmakepoetrysodifficultthatfewcanunderstandit。"
　　"Icanunderstandpoetryinthosemeasures，"saidI。
　　"Andhowmuchtimedidyouspend，"saidthemiller，"beforeyoucouldunderstandthepoetryofthemeasures？"
　　"Threeyears，"saidI。
　　Themillerlaughed。
　　"Icouldnothaveaffordedallthattime，"saidhe，"tostudythesongsofGronwy。However，itiswellthatsomepeopleshouldhavetimetostudythem。HewasagreatpoetasIhavebeentold，andisthegloryofourland—buthewasunfortunate；IhavereadhislifeinWelshandpartofhisletters；andindoingsohaveshedtears。"
　　"Hashishouseanyparticularname？"saidI。
　　"ItiscalledsometimesTyGronwy，"saidthemiller；"butmorefrequentlyTafarnGoch。"
　　"TheRedTavern？"saidI。"HowisitthatsomanyofyourplacesarecalledGoch？thereisPentraethGoch；thereisSaintPedairGoch，andhereatLlanfairisTafarnGoch。"
　　Themillerlaughed。
　　"ItwilltakeawisermanthanI，"saidhe，"toanswerthatquestion。"
　　TherepastoverIroseup，gavemyhostthanks，andsaid，"Iwillnowleaveyou，andhuntupthingsconnectedwithGronwy。"
　　"Andwherewillyoufindallettyfornight，gentleman？"saidthemiller’swife。"Thisisapoorplace，butifyouwillmakeuseofourhomeyouarewelcome。"
　　"Ineednottroubleyou，"saidI，"IreturnthisnighttoPentraethGochwhereIshallsleep。"
　　"Well，"saidthemiller，"whilstyouareatLlanfairIwillaccompanyyouabout。Whereshallwegotofirst？"
　　"Whereisthechurch？"saidI。"IshouldliketoseethechurchwhereGronwyworshippedGodasaboy。"
　　"Thechurchisatsomedistance，"saidtheman；"itispastmymill，andasIwanttogotothemillforamoment，itwillbeperhapswelltogoandseethechurch，beforewegotothehouseofGronwy。"
　　Ishookthemiller’swifebythehand，pattedalittleyellow—
　　hairedgirlofabouttwoyearsoldonthehead，whoduringthewholetimeofthemealhadsatontheslatefloorlookingupintomyface，andleftthehousewithhonestJones。
　　Wedirectedourcoursetothemill，whichlaysomewaydownadeclivity，towardsthesea。Nearthemillwasacomfortable—
　　lookinghouse，whichmyfriendtoldmebelongedtotheproprietorofthemill。Arustic—lookingmanstoodinthemill—yard，whohesaidwastheproprietor。Thehonestmillerwentintothemill，andtherustic—lookingproprietorgreetedmeinWelsh，andaskedmeifIwascometobuyhogs。
　　"No，"saidI；"Iamcometoseethebirth—placeofGronwyOwen；"hestaredatmeforamoment，thenseemedtomuse，andatlastwalkedawaysaying，"Ah！agreatman。"
　　Themillerpresentlyjoinedme，andweproceededfartherdownthehill。Ourwaylaybetweenstonewalls，andsometimesoverthem。
　　Thelandwasmooryandrocky，withnothinggrandaboutit，andthemillerdescribeditwellwhenhesaiditwastirgwael—meanland。
　　Inaboutaquarterofanhourwecametothechurchyardintowhichwegot，thegatebeinglocked，byclamberingoverthewall。
　　Thechurchstandslowdownthedescent，notfardistantfromthesea。Alittlebrook，calledinthelanguageofthecountryafrwd，washesitsyard—wallonthesouth。Itisasmalledificewithnospire，buttothesouth—westthereisalittlestoneerectionrisingfromtheroof，inwhichhangsabell—thereisasmallporchlookingtothesouth。WithrespecttoitsinteriorIcansaynothing，thedoorbeinglocked。Itisprobablyliketheoutside，simpleenough。Itseemedtobeabouttwohundredandfiftyyearsold，andtobekeptintolerablerepair。Simpleastheedificewas，Ilookedwithgreatemotionuponit；andcouldIdoelse，whenIreflectedthatthegreatestBritishpoetofthelastcenturyhadworshippedGodwithinit，withhispoorfatherandmother，whenaboy？
　　Iaskedthemillerwhetherhecouldpointouttomeanytombsorgrave—stonesofGronwy’sfamily，buthetoldmethathewasnotawareofany。OnlookingaboutIfoundthenameofOwenintheinscriptionontheslateslabofarespectable—lookingmoderntomb，onthenorth—eastsideofthechurch。Theinscriptionwasasfollows：
　　ErcofamJANEOWEN
　　GwraigEdwardOwen，MonachlogLlanfairMathafameithaf，AfufarwChwefror281842
　　Yn51Oed。
　　I。E。"TothememoryofJANEOWENWifeofEdwardOwen，ofthemonasteryofStMaryoffartherMathafarn，whodiedFebruary28，1842，agedfifty—one。"
　　WhethertheEdwardOwenmentionedherewasanyrelationtothegreatGronwy，Ihadnoopportunityoflearning。Iaskedthemillerwhatwasmeantbythemonastery，andhetoldthatitwasthenameofabuildingtothenorth—eastnearthesea，whichhadoncebeenamonasterybuthadbeenconvertedintoafarm—house，thoughitstillretaineditsoriginalname。"Mayallmonasteriesbeconvertedintofarm—houses，"saidI，"andmaytheystillretaintheiroriginalnamesinmockeryofpopery！"
　　HavingseenallIcouldwellseeofthechurchanditsprecinctsI
　　departedwithmykindguide。Afterwehadretracedourstepssomeway，wecametosomestepping—stonesonthesideofawall，andthemillerpointingtothemsaid：
　　"ThenearestwaytothehouseofGronwywillbeoverthellamfa。"
　　Iwasnowbecomeashamedofkeepingtheworthyfellowfromhisbusiness，andbeggedhimtoreturntohismill。Herefusedtoleaveme，atfirst，butonmypressinghimtodoso，andonmytellinghimthatIcouldfindthewaytothehouseofGronwyverywellbymyself，heconsented。Weshookhands，themillerwishedmeluck，andbetookhimselftohismill，whilstIcrossedthellamfa。
　　Isoon，however，repentedhavingleftthepathbywhichIhadcome。
　　IwaspresentlyinamazeoflittlefieldswithstonewallsoverwhichIhadtoclamber。AtlastIgotintoalanewithastonewalloneachside。Amancametowardsmeandwasabouttopassme—hislookwasaverted，andhewasevidentlyoneofthosewhohave"noEnglish。"AWelshmanofhisdescriptionalwaysavertinghislookwhenheseesastrangerwhohethinkshas"noWelsh，"lestthestrangershouldaskhimaquestionandhebeobligedtoconfessthathehas"noEnglish。"
　　"IsthisthewaytoLlanfair？"saidItotheman。Themanmadeakindofrushinordertogetpastme。