I proceeded to drink my coffee, and having finished it, and had a little more discourse I got up, and having given Gwen a piece of silver, which she received with a smile and a curtsey, I said I must now be going.
“Won’t you take another cup?” said Gwen, “you are welcome.”
“No, thank you,” said I, “I have had enough.”
“Where are you going?” said the man in English.
“To Llan Rhyadr,” said I, “from which I came this morning.”
“Which way did you come?” said the man.
“By Llan Gedwin,” I replied, “and over the hill. Is there another way?”
“There is,” said the man, “by Llan Silin.”
“Llan Silin!” said I; “is not that the place where Huw Morris is buried?”
“It is,” said the man.