"With these foreigns, you know, you never know wherr they arr—these English, you know," he was wont to say, "nor wherr they arr leading you to."
"What wass you walk about the country for?" was his next remark.
"Ah, that's it now! You are a sensible man; you come to the point at once. Well, I am very fond of making pictures."
"Sell them?"
"Oh no, just for my own pleasure; every man has his—"
"Crack!" said Shoni.
"Yes, crack, if you like," said Ellis, laughing, and opening his portfolio; "here are some of my cracks."
And they drew near the doorway, leaving Corwen much dissatisfied at the cessation of attentions.
Cardo and Valmai had disappeared. Shoni was fast losing his head to this fellow with the high nose and high voice, who evidently knew a sensible man when he saw him.
"There is Nance Owen's cottage," said the artist, "at the back of the island; do you recognise it?"