Mr. Garden removed his glasses, wiped them, replaced them, and then, looking over the top of them, spoke:
"Where's Dafydd Dafis?" he said.
But a cry from his wife, who had come up behind him, interrupted him. She fell back again, not mildly, but in consternation.
"Nay, nay, Edward!—I never——" she gasped.
"Where's Dafydd Dafis?" Mr. Garden asked again.
"Of all the sights! If it isn't enough to—I thought you told me——"
Mr. Garden blew his nose and slowly put his handkerchief away again.
"Does anybody know where Dafydd Dafis is?"
"—and us fit to drop for a cup of tea!" Mrs. Garden continued. "Up since five this morning, and come all that way, and not so much as a fire lighted nor a kettle on to boil——"
Mr. Garden was looking about him again, as if he would have said, "These appear to be boards," when suddenly his wife broke energetically in.