“Yes, you can see that.”
“What does the dyn dieithr say?” said the woman in Welsh with an inquiring look.
“That he is come to see the place of Owen Glendower.”
“Ah!” said the woman with a smile.
“Is that good lady your wife?” said I.
“She is.”
“She looks much older than yourself.”
“And no wonder. She is twenty-one years older.”
“How old are you?”
“Fifty-three.”