“I am glad to hear it,” said Mr. R—, shaking me by the hand. “Take my advice, come and settle at Llangollen, and be my partner.”
“If I did,” said I, “I am afraid that our partnership would be of short duration; you would find me too eccentric and flighty for the law. Have you a good practice?” I demanded after a pause.
“I have no reason to complain of it,” said he, with a contented air.
“I suppose you are married?” said I.
“O yes,” said he, “I have both a wife and family.”
“A native of Llangollen?” said I.
“No,” said he; “I was born at Llan Silin, a place some way off across the Berwyn.”
“Llan Silin?” said I; “I have a great desire to visit it some day or other.”
“Why so?” said he; “it offers nothing interesting.”
“I beg your pardon,” said I; “unless I am much mistaken, the tomb of the great poet Huw Morris is in Llan Silin churchyard.”