"Tut，tut，"saidthemaningrey。
　　"Ispeakthetruthandcarefornoone，"saidheofthetatteredhat。"Isaythegreatestprydydd。IfanyonewishestogainsaymelethimshowhisfaceandMynDiawl—"
　　Thelandlordbroughttheale，placeditonthetable，andthenstoodasifwaitingforsomething。
　　"Isupposeyouarewaitingtobepaid，"saidI；"whatisyourdemand？"
　　"Sixpenceforthisjug，andsixpencefortheother，"saidthelandlord。
　　Itookoutashillingandsaid："ItisbutrightthatIshouldpayhalfofthereckoning，andasthewholeaffairismerelyashillingmatter，Ishouldfeelobligedinbeingpermittedtopaythewhole，so，landlord，taketheshillingandrememberyouarepaid。"Ithendeliveredtheshillingtothelandlord，buthadnosoonerdonesothanthemaningrey，startingupinviolentagitation，wrestedthemoneyfromtheother，andflungitdownonthetablebeforemesaying：—
　　"No，no，thatwillneverdo。Iinvitedyouinheretodrink，andnowyouwouldpayfortheliquorwhichIordered。YouEnglisharefreewithyourmoney，butyouaresometimesfreewithitattheexpenseofpeople’sfeelings。IamaWelshman，andIknowEnglishmenconsiderallWelshmenhogs。Butwearenothogs，mindyou！forwehavelittlefeelingswhichhogshavenot。Moreover，I
　　wouldhaveyouknowthatwehavemoney，thoughperhapsnotsomuchastheSaxon。"Thenputtinghishandintohispocket，hepulledoutashilling，andgivingittothelandlord，saidinWelsh："Nowthouartpaid，andmaystgothywaystillthouartagaincalledfor。Idonotknowwhythoudidststayafterthouhadstputdowntheale。Thoudidstknowenoughofmetoknowthatthoudidstrunnoriskofnotbeingpaid。"
　　"But，"saidI，afterthelandlordhaddeparted，"Imustinsistonbeingmyshare。DidyounothearmesaythatIwouldgiveaquartofaletoseeapoet？"
　　"Apoet’sface，"saidthemaningrey，"shouldbecommontoall，evenlikethatofthesun。Heisnotruepoet，whowouldkeephisfacefromtheworld。"
　　"But，"saidI，"thesunfrequentlyhideshisheadfromtheworld，behindacloud。"
　　"Notso，"saidthemaningrey。"Thesundoesnothidehisface，itisthecloudthathidesit。Thesunisalwaysgladenoughtobeseen，andsoisthepoet。Ifbothareoccasionallyhid，trustmeitisnofaultoftheirs。Bearthatinmind；andnowpraytakeupyourmoney。"
　　"Themanisagentleman，"thoughtItomyself，"whetherapoetornot；butIreallybelievehimtobeapoet；werehenothecouldhardlytalkinthemannerIhavejustheardhim。"
　　Themaningreynowfilledmyglass，hisown，andthatofhiscompanion。Thelatteremptiedhisinaminute，notforgettingfirsttosay"thebestprydyddinalltheworld！"themaningreywasalsonotslowtoemptyhisown。Thejugnowpassedrapidlybetweenmytwofriends，forthepoetseemeddeterminedtohavehisfullshareofthebeverage。Iallowedthealeinmyglasstoremainuntasted，andbegantotalkaboutthebards，andtoquotefromtheirworks。Isoonfoundthatthemaningreyknewquiteasmuchoftheoldbardsandtheirworksasmyself。Inoneinstanceheconvictedmeofamistake。
　　Ihadquotedthoseremarkablelinesinwhichanoldbard，doubtlessseeingtheMenaiBridgebymeansofsecondsight，says：—"IwillpasstothelandofMonanotwithstandingthewatersoftheMenai，withoutwaitingfortheebb"—andwasfeelingnotalittleproudofmyerudition，whenthemaningreyafterlookingatmeforamomentfixedly，askedmethenameofthebardwhocomposedthem。
　　"SionTudor，"Ireplied。
　　"Thereyouarewrong，"saidthemaningrey；"hisnamewasnotSionTudorbutRobertVychan，inEnglish，LittleBob。SionTudorwroteanenglynontheSkerrieswhirlpoolintheMenai；butitwasLittleBobwhowrotethestanzainwhichthefuturebridgeovertheMenaiishintedat。"
　　"Youareright，"saidI，"youareright。Well，IamgladthatallsongandlearningarenotdeadinYnisFon。"
　　"Dead，"saidthemaningrey，whosefeaturesbegantoberatherflushed，"theyareneitherdeadnoreverwillbe。ThereareplentyofpoetsinAnglesey—why，Icanmentiontwelve，andamongstthemandnottheleast—pooh，whatwasIgoingtosay？twelvethereare，genuineAngleseypoets，bornthere，andlivingthereforthelovetheybeartheirnativeland。WhenIsaytheyallliveinAnglesey，perhapsIamnotquiteaccurate，foroneofthedozendoesnotexactlyliveinAnglesey，butjustoverthebridge。Heisanelderlyman，buthisawen，Iassureyou，isasyoungandvigorousasever。"
　　"Ishouldn’tbeatallsurprised，"saidI，"ifhewasacertainancientgentleman，fromwhomIobtainedinformationyesterday，withrespecttothebirth—placeofGronwyOwen。"
　　"Verylikely，"saidthemaningrey；"well，ifyouhaveseenhimconsideryourselffortunate，forheisagenuinebard，andagenuinesonofAnglesey，notwithstandinghelivesacrossthewater。"
　　"IfheisthepersonIalludeto，"saidI，"Iamdoublyfortunate，forIhaveseentwobardsofAnglesey。"
　　"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Iconsidermyselfquiteasfortunate，inhavingmetsuchaSaxonasyourself，asitispossibleforyoutodo，inhavingseentwobardsofYnisFon。"
　　"Isupposeyoufollowsomepursuitbesidesbardism？"saidI；"I
　　supposeyoufarm？"
　　"Idonotfarm，"saidthemaningrey，"Ikeepaninn。"
　　"Keepaninn？"saidI。
　　"Yes，"saidthemaningrey。"The—ArmsatL—。"
　　"Sure，"saidI，"inn—keepingandbardismarenotverycognatepursuits？"
　　"Youarewrong，"saidthemaningrey；"Ibelievetheawen，orinspiration，isquiteasmuchathomeinthebarasinthebarn，perhapsmore。ItisthatbeliefwhichmakesmetolerablysatisfiedwithmypositionandpreventsmefromaskingSirRichardtogivemeafarminsteadofaninn。"
　　"Isuppose，"saidI，"thatSirRichardisyourlandlord？"
　　"Heis，"saidthemaningrey，"andarightnoblelandlordtoo。"
　　"Isuppose，"saidI，’thatheisrightproudofhistenant？"
　　"Heis，"saidthemaningrey，"andIamproudofmylandlord，andwillheredrinkhishealth。IhaveoftensaidthatifIwerenotwhatIam，IshouldwishtobeSirRichard。"
　　"Youconsideryourselfhissuperior？"saidI。
　　"Ofcourse，"saidthemaningrey—"abaronetisabaronet；butabard，isabardyouknow—IneverforgetwhatIam，andtherespectduetomysublimecalling。AboutamonthagoIwasseatedinanupperapartmentinafitofrapture。Therewasapeninmyhand，andpaperbeforemeonthetable，andlikewiseajugofgoodale，forIalwaysfindthattheawenismostprodigalofherfavourswhenajugofgoodaleisbeforeme。Allofasuddenmywifecamerunningup，andtoldmethatSirRichardwasbelow，andwantedtospeaktome。’Tellhimtowalkup，’saidI。’Areyoumad？’saidmywife。’Don’tyouknowwhoSirRichardis？’’Ido，’
　　saidI，’abaronetisabaronet，butabardisabard。Tellhimtowalkup。’Well，mywifewentandtoldSirRichardthatIwaswriting，andcouldnotcomedown，andthatshehopedhewouldnotobjecttowalkup。’Certainlynot；certainlynot，’saidSirRichard。’Ishallbeonlytoohappytoascendtoageniusonhishill。Youmaybeproudofsuchahusband，MrsW。’AndhereitwillbeaswelltotellyouthatmynameisW。—J。W。of—。SirRichardthencameup，andIreceivedhimwithgravityandpoliteness。Ididnotriseofcourse，forIneverforgetmyselfamoment，butItoldhimtositdown，andadded，thatafterIhadfinishedthepennillIwasengagedupon，Iwouldspeaktohim。
　　Well，SirRichardsmiledandsatdown，andbeggedmenottohurrymyself，forthathecouldwait。SoIfinishedthepennill，deliberately，mindyou，forIdidnotforgetwhoIwas，andthenturningtoSirRichardentereduponbusinesswithhim。"
　　"IsupposeSirRichardisaverygood—temperedman？"saidI。
　　"Idon’tknow，"saidthemaningrey。"IhaveseenSirRichardinadevilofapassion，butneverwithme—no，no！TrustSirRichardfornotridingthehighhorsewithme—abaronetisabaronet，butabardisabard；andthatSirRichardknows。"
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidthemanofthetatteredhat，emptyingthelastcontentsofthejugintohisglass，"thegreatestprydyddthat—"
　　"Well，"saidI，"youappeartoenjoyverygreatconsideration，andyetyouweretalkingjustnowofbeingill—used。"
　　"SoIhavebeen，"saidthemaningrey，"Ihavebeenkeptoutoftheeisteddfoddau—andthen—whatdoyouthink？Thatfellow，theeditoroftheTIMES—"
　　"Oh，"saidI，"ifyouhaveanythingtodowiththeeditoroftheTIMESyoumay，ofcourse，expectnothingbutshabbytreatment，butwhatbusinesscouldyouhavewithhim？"
　　"WhyIsenthimsomepennillionforinsertion，andhedidnotinsertthem。"
　　"WeretheyinWelshorEnglish？"
　　"InWelsh，ofcourse。"
　　"Well，thenthemanhadsomeexcusefordisregardingthem—becauseyouknowtheTIMESiswritteninEnglish。"
　　"Oh，youmeantheLondonTIMES，"saidthemaningrey。"Pooh！I
　　didnotalludetothattrumperyjournal，buttheLiverpoolTIMES，theAmserau。Isentsomepennilliontotheeditorforinsertionandhedidnotinsertthem。PethaclwircenfigenynSaesneg？"
　　"WecallcenfigeninEnglishenvy，"saidI；"butasItoldyoubefore，envywillnotalwaysprevail。"
　　"YoucannotimaginehowpleasedIamwithyourcompany，"saidthemaningrey。"Landlord，landlord！"
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidthemanofthetatteredhat，"thegreatestprydydd。"
　　"Praydon’torderanymoreonmyaccount，"saidI，"asyouseemyglassisstillfull。IamabouttostartforCaerGybi。Pray，whereareyouboundfor？"
　　"ForBangor，"saidthemaningrey。"Iamgoingtothemarket。"
　　"ThenIwouldadviseyoutolosenotime，"saidI，"oryouwillinfalliblybetoolate；itmustnowbeoneo’clock。"
　　"Thereisnomarketto—day，"saidthemaningrey，"themarketisto—morrow，whichisSaturday。Iliketotakethingsleisurely，onwhichaccount，whenIgotomarket，Igenerallysetoutthedaybefore，inorderthatImayenjoymyselfupontheroad。IfeelmyselfsohappyherethatIshallnotstirtilltheevening。Nowpraystaywithmeandmyfriendtillthen。"
　　"Icannot，"saidI，"ifIstaylongerhereIshallneverreachCaerGybito—night。ButallowmetoaskwhetheryourbusinessatL—
　　willnotsufferbyyourspendingsomuchtimeontheroadtomarket？"
　　"MywifetakescareofthebusinesswhilstIamaway，"saidthemaningrey，"soitwon’tsuffermuch。Indeeditisshewhochieflyconductsthebusinessoftheinn。Ispendagooddealoftimefromhome，forbesidesbeingabardandinn—keeper，ImusttellyouIamahorse—dealerandajobber，andifIgotoBangoritisinthehopeofpurchasingahorseorpigworththemoney。"
　　"Andisyourfriendgoingtomarkettoo？"saidI。
　　"Myfriendgoeswithmetoassistmeandbearmecompany。IfIbuyapighewillhelpmetodriveithome；ifahorse，hewillgetupuponitsbackbehindme。Imightperhapsdowithouthim，butI
　　enjoyhiscompanyhighly。Heissometimesratherindiscreet，butI
　　doassureyouheisexceedinglyclever。"
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidthemanofthebulgedshoe，"thegreatestprydyddintheworld。"
　　"Oh，Ihavenodoubtofhiscleverness，"saidI，"fromwhatIhaveobservedofhim。NowbeforeIgoallowmetopayforyournextjugofale。"
　　"Iwilldonosuchthing，"saidthemaningrey。"Nofarthingdoyoupayhereformeormyfriendeither。ButIwilltellyouwhatyoumaydo。Iam，asIhavetoldyou，aninn—keeperaswellasabard。BythetimeyougettoL—youwillbehotandhungryandinneedofrefreshment，andifyouthinkpropertopatronisemyhouse，the—Arms，bytakingyourchopandpintthere，youwillobligeme。
　　Landlord，somemoreale。"
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidheofthebulgedshoe，"thegreatestprydydd—"
　　"Iwillmostcertainlypatroniseyourhouse，"saidItothemaningrey，andshakinghimheartilybythehandIdeparted。
　　CHAPTERXXXVIII
　　InnatL—TheHandmaid—TheDecanter—ReligiousGentleman—
　　TrulyDistressing—Sententiousness—WaytoPayBills。
　　IPROCEEDEDonmywayinhighspiritsindeed，havingnowseennotonlythetomboftheTudors，butoneofthosesoberpoetsforwhichAngleseyhasalwaysbeensofamous。Thecountrywaspretty，withhereandthereahill，aharvest—field，aclumpoftreesoragrove。
　　IsoonreachedL—，asmallbutneattown。"Whereisthe—Arms？"
　　saidItoamanwhomImet。
　　"Yonder，sir，yonder，"saidhe，pointingtoamagnificentstructureontheleft。
　　Iwentinandfoundmyselfinaspacioushall。Agood—lookingyoungwomaninawhitedresswithaprofusionofpinkribbonsconfrontedmewithacurtsey。"Apintandachop！"Iexclaimed，withaflourishofmyhandandatthetopofmyvoice。Thedamselgaveakindofstart，andthen，withsomethinglikeatossofthehead，ledthewayintoaverylargeroom，ontheleft，inwhichweremanytables，coveredwithsnowy—whitecloths，onwhichwereplates，knivesandforks，thelatterseeminglyofsilver，tumblers，andwine—glasses。
　　"Ithinkyouaskedforapintandachop，sir？"saidthedamsel，motioningmetositdownatoneofthetables。
　　"Idid，"saidI，asIsatdown，"letthembebroughtwithallconvenientspeed，forIaminsomethingofahurry。"
　　"Verywell，sir，"saidthedamsel，andthenwithanotherkindoftossofthehead，shewentaway，notforgettingtoturnhalfround，totakeafurtiveglanceatme，beforeshewentoutofthedoor。
　　"Well，"saidI，asIlookedatthetables，withtheirsnowy—whitecloths，tumblers，wine—glassesandwhatnot，andatthewallsoftheroomglitteringwithmirrors，"surelyapoetneverkeptsomagnificentaninnbefore；theremustbesomethinginthisfellowbesidestheawen，orhishousewouldneverexhibitsuchmarksofprosperityandgoodtaste—theremustbesomethinginthisfellow；
　　thoughhepretendstobeawilderraticsonofParnassus，hemusthaveaneyetothemainchance，ageniusforturningthepenny，orratherthesovereign，fortheaccommodationhereisnopennyaccommodation，asIshallprobablyfind。Perhaps，however，likemyself，hehasanexceedinglycleverwifewho，whilstheismakingverses，orrunningaboutthecountryswiggingalewithpeopleinbulgedshoes，orbuyingpigsorglanderedhorses，looksaftermattersathome，drivesaswingingtrade，andkeepsnotonlyherself，buthimrespectable—buteveninthateventhemusthaveagooddealofcommon—senseinhim，evenlikemyself，whoalwaysallowsmywifetobuyandsell，carrymoneytothebank，drawcheques，inspectandpaytradesmen’sbills，andtransactallmyrealbusiness，whilstImyselfporeoveroldbooks，walkaboutshires，discoursingwithgypsies，underhedgerows，orwithsoberbards—inhedgeale—houses。"Icontinuedmusinginthismanneruntilthehandmaidmadeherappearancewithatray，onwhichwerecoversandadecanter，whichsheplacedbeforeme。"Whatisthat？"
　　saidI，pointingtoadecanter。
　　"Onlyapintofsherry，sir，"saidsheofthewhitedressandribbons。
　　"Dearme，"saidI，"Iorderednosherry，Iwantedsomeale—apintofale。"
　　"Youcalledforapint，sir，"saidthehandmaid，"butyoumentionednoale，andInaturallysupposedthatagentlemanofyourappearance"—heresheglancedatmydustycoat—"andspeakinginthetoneyoudid，wouldnotcondescendtodrinkalewithhischop；
　　however，asitseemsIhavebeenmistaken，Icantakeawaythesherryandbringyoutheale。"
　　"Well，well，"saidI，"youcanletthesherryremain；Idonotlikesherry，andamveryfondofale，butyoucanletthewineremain；
　　uponthewholeIamgladyoubroughtit—indeedImerelycametodoagoodturntothemasterofthehouse。"
　　"Thankyou，sir，"saidthehandmaid。
　　"Areyouhisdaughter？"saidI。
　　"Ohno，sir，"saidthehandmaidreverently；"onlyhiswaiter。"
　　"Youmaybeproudtowaitonhim，"saidI。
　　"Iam，sir，"saidthehandmaid，castingdownhereyes。
　　"Isupposeheismuchrespectedintheneighbourhood？"saidI。
　　"Verymuchso，sir，"saidthedamsel，"especiallyamidsttheconnection。"
　　"Theconnection，"saidI。"Ah，Isee，hehasextensiveconsanguinity，mostWelshhave。But，"Icontinued，"thereissuchathingasenvyintheworld，andthereareagreatmanymaliciouspeopleintheworld，whospeakagainsthim。"
　　"Agreatmany，sir，butwetakewhattheysayfromwhenceitcomes。"
　　"Youdoquiteright，"saidI。"Hasyourmasterwrittenanypoetrylately？"
　　"Sir！"saidthedamselstaringatme。
　　"Anypoetry，"saidI，"anypennillion？"
　　"No，sir，"saidthedamsel；"mymasterisarespectableman，andwouldscorntodoanythingofthekind。"
　　"Why，"saidI，"isnotyourmasterabardaswellasaninnkeeper？"
　　"Mymaster，sir，isaninnkeeper，"saidthedamsel；"butasfortheother，Idon’tknowwhatyoumean。"
　　"Abard，"saidI，"isaprydydd，apersonwhomakesverses—
　　pennillion；doesnotyourmastermakethem？"
　　"Mymastermakethem？No，sir；mymasterisareligiousgentleman，andwouldscorntomakesuchprofanestuff。"
　　"Well，"saidI，"hetoldmehedidwithinthelasttwohours。I
　　methimatDyffrinGaint，alongwithanotherman，andhetookmeintothepublic—house，wherewehadadealofdiscourse。"
　　"YoumetmymasteratDyffrynGaint？"saidthedamsel。
　　"Yes，"saidI，"andhetreatedmewithale，toldmethathewasapoet，andthathewasgoingtoBangortobuyahorseorapig。"
　　"Idon’tseehowthatcouldbe，sir，"saidthedamsel；"mymasterisatpresentinthehouse，ratherunwell，andhasnotbeenoutforthelastthreedays—theremustbesomemistake。"
　　"Mistake，"saidI。"Isn’tthisthe—Arms？"
　　"Yes，sir，itis。"
　　"Andisn’tyourmaster’snameW—？"
　　"No，sir，mymaster’snameisH—，andamorerespectableman—"
　　"Well，"saidIinterruptingher—"allIcansayisthatImetamaninDyffrynGaint，whotreatedmewithale，toldmethathisnamewasW—，thathewasaprydyddandkeptthe—ArmsatL—。"
　　"Well，"saidthedamsel，"nowIremember，thereisapersonofthatnameinL—，andhealsokeepsahousewhichhecallsthe—Arms，butitisonlyapublic—house。"
　　"But，"saidI，"ishenotaprydydd，anillustriouspoet；doeshenotwritepennillionwhicheverybodyadmires？"
　　"Well，"saidthedamsel，"Ibelievehedoeswritethingswhichhecallspennillions，buteverybodylaughsatthem。"
　　"Come，come，"saidI，"Iwillnotheartheproductionsofamanwhotreatedmewithale，spokenofwithdisrespect。Iamafraidthatyouareoneofhisenviousmaligners，ofwhichhegavemetounderstandthathehadagreatmany。"
　　"Envious，sir！notIindeed；andifIweredisposedtobeenviousofanybodyitwouldnotbeofhim；ohdear，whyheis—"
　　"AbardofAnglesey，"saidI，interruptingher，"suchapersonasGronwyOwendescribesinthefollowinglines，whichby—the—byewerewrittenuponhimself：—
　　"’Where’erhegoeshe’ssuretofindRespectfullooksandgreetingskind。’
　　"ItellyouthatitwasoutofrespecttothatmanthatIcametothishouse。HadInotthoughtthathekeptit，Ishouldnothaveentereditandcalledforapintandchop—howdistressing！howtrulydistressing！"
　　"Well，sir，"saidthedamsel，"ifthereisanythingdistressingyouhaveonlytothankyouracquaintancewhochoosestocallhismug—
　　housebythenameofarespectablehotel，forIwouldhaveyouknowthatthisisanhotel，andkeptbyarespectableandareligiousman，andnotkeptby—However，Iscorntosaymore，especiallyasImightbemisinterpreted。Sir，there’syourpintandchop，andifyouwishforanythingelseyoucanring。Envious，indeed，ofsuch—Marrycomeup！"andwithatossofherhead，higherthananyshehadhithertogiven，shebouncedoutoftheroom。
　　Herewasaprettyaffair！IhadenteredthehouseandorderedthechopandpintinthebeliefthatbysodoingIwaspatronisingthepoet，andlo，Iwasnotinthepoet’shouse，andmyorderwouldbenefitapersonforwhom，howeverrespectableandreligious，I
　　carednotonerush。Moreover，thepintwhichIhadorderedappearedintheguisenotofale，whichIamfondof，butofsherry，forwhichIhavealwaysentertainedasovereigncontempt，asasilly，sicklycompound，theuseofwhichwilltransformanation，howeverboldandwarlikebynature，intoaraceofsketchers，scribblers，andpunsters，infactintowhatEnglishmenareatthepresentday。Butwhowastoblame？Why，whobutthepoetandmyself？ThepoetoughttohavetoldmethatthereweretwohousesinL—bearingthesignofthe—Arms，andthatImustfightshyofthehotelandsteerforthepot—house，andwhenIgavetheorderIcertainlyoughttohavebeenalittlemoreexplicit；
　　whenIsaidapintIoughttohaveadded—ofale。Sententiousnessisafinethingsometimes，butnotalways。Bybeingsententioushere，Igotsherry，whichIdislike，insteadofalewhichIlike，andshouldhavetopaymoreforwhatwasdisagreeable，thanI
　　shouldhavehadtopayforwhatwasagreeable。YetIhadmerelyechoedthepoet’swordsincallingforapintandchop，soafterallthepoetwastoblameforbothmistakes。ButperhapshemeantthatIshoulddrinksherryathishouse，andwhenheadvisedmetocallforapint，hemeantapintofsherry。Butthemaidhadsaidhekeptapot—house，andnopot—houseshavewine—licences；butthemaidafterallmightbeanenviousbaggage，andnobetterthansheshouldbe。Butwhatwasnowtobedone？Why，clearlymakethebestofthematter，eatthechopandleavethesherry。SoI
　　commencedeatingthechop，whichwasbythistimenearlycold。
　　AftereatingafewmorselsIlookedatthesherry："Imayaswelltakeaglass，"saidI。SowithawryfaceIpouredmyselfoutaglass。
　　"Whatdetestablestuff！"saidI，afterIhaddrunkit。"However，asIshallhavetopayforitImayaswellgothroughwithit。"
　　SoIpouredmyselfoutanotherglass，andbythetimeIhadfinishedthechopIhadfinishedthesherryalso。
　　AndnowwhatwasItodonext？Why，mybestadviceseemedtobetopaymybillanddepart。ButIhadpromisedthepoettopatronizehishouse，andhadbymistakeorderedanddespatchedapintandchopinahousewhichwasnotthepoet’s。ShouldInowgotohishouseandorderapintandchopthere？Decidedlynot！IhadpatronisedahousewhichIbelievedtobethepoet’s；ifI
　　patronisedthewrongone，thefaultwashis，notmine—heshouldhavebeenmoreexplicit。Ihadperformedmypromise，atleastinintention。
　　PerfectlysatisfiedwiththeconclusionIhadcometo，Irangthebell。"Thebill？"saidItothehandmaid。
　　"Hereitis！"saidshe，placingastripofpaperinmyhand。
　　Ilookedatthebill，and，whethermoderateorimmoderate，paiditwithasmilingcountenance，commandedtheentertainmenthighly，andgavethedamselsomethinghandsomeforhertroubleinwaitingonme。
　　Reader，pleasetobearinmindthatasallbillsmustbepaid，itismuchmorecomfortabletopaythemwithasmilethanwithafrown，andthatitismuchbetterbygivingsixpence，orashillingtoapoorservant，whichyouwillnevermissattheyear’send，tobefollowedfromthedoorofaninnbygoodwishes，thanbygivingnothingtobepursuedbycuttingsilence，ortheyetmorecuttingHm！
　　"Sir，"saidthegood—looking，well—ribboneddamsel，"Iwishyouapleasantjourney，andwheneveryoupleaseagaintohonourourestablishmentwithyourpresence，bothmymasterandmyselfshallbeinfinitelyobligedtoyou。"
　　CHAPTERXXXIX
　　OatsandMethodism—TheLittleGirl—TyGwyn—BirdoftheRoof—
　　PurestEnglish—Railroads—Inconsistency—TheBoots。
　　ITmightbeaboutfourintheafternoonwhenIleftL—boundforPenCaerGybi，orHolyhead，seventeenmilesdistant。Ireachedthetopofthehillonthewestofthelittletown，andthenwalkedbrisklyforward。Thecountrylookedpoorandmean—onmyrightwasafieldofoats，onmyleftaMethodistchapel—oatsandMethodism！whatbettersymbolsofpovertyandmeanness？
　　Iwentonwardalongway，theweatherwasbroilinghot，andIfeltthirsty。Onthetopofalongascentstoodahousebytheroadside。Iwenttothedoorandknocked—noanswer—"Oesnebynyty？"saidI。
　　"Oes！"saidaninfantinevoice。