At Mrs Roberts' they found the Llanabba Silver Band chattering acrimoniously over the division of the spoils.
'All the afternoon the band I have led in Men of Harlech and sacred music too look you and they will not give me a penny more than themselves whatever. The college gentleman whatever if it is right I ask, said the stationmaster, 'me with a sister‑in‑law to support too look you.
'Now don't bother, old boy, said Grimes, 'because, if you do, I'll tell your pals about the extra pound you got out of the Doctor.
The discussion was resumed in Welsh, but it was clear that the stationmaster was slowly giving way.
'That's settled him all right. Take my tip, old boy; never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows, like an Irish one, but goes on for ever. They'll still be discussing that three pounds at the end of term; just you see.
'Has Mr Beste‑Chetwynde been dead long? asked Paul.
'I shouldn't say so; why?
'I was just wondering.
They sat for some time smoking in silence.
'If Beste‑Chetwynde is fifteen, said Paul, 'that doesn't necessarily make her more than thirty‑one, does it?