“Welcome, stranger,” said the man, after looking me a moment or two full in the face.
“Croesaw, dyn dieithr—welcome, foreign man,” said the woman, surveying me with a look of great curiosity.
“Won’t you sit down?” said the man, handing me a chair.
I sat down, and the man and woman resumed their seats.
“I suppose you come on business connected with the factory?” said the man.
“No,” said I, “my business is connected with Owen Glendower.”
“With Owen Glendower?” said the man, staring.
“Yes,” said I, “I came to see his place.”
“You will not see much of his house now,” said the man—“it is down; only a few bricks remain.”
“But I shall see the place where his house stood,” said I, “which is all I expected to see.”