nd begged me not to hurry myself, for that he could
wait. So I finished the pennill, deliberately, mind you, for I did not
forget who I was, and then turning to Sir Richard entered upon business
with him."

"I suppose Sir Richard is a very good-tempered man?" said I.

"I don't know," said the man in grey. "I have seen Sir Richard in a
devil of a passion, but never with me--no, no! Trust Sir Richard for not
riding the high horse with me--a baronet is a baronet, but a bard is a
bard; and that Sir Richard knows."

"The greatest prydydd," said the man of the tattered hat, emptying the
last contents of the jug into his glass, "the greatest prydydd that--"

"Well," said I, "you appear to enjoy very great consideration, and yet
you were talking just now of being ill-used."

"So I have been," said the man in grey, "I have been kept out of the
eisteddfoddau--and then--what do you think? That fellow, the editor of
the _Times_--"

"Oh," said I, "if you have anything to do with the editor of the _Times_
you may, of course, expect nothing but shabby treatment, but what
business could you have with him?"

"Why I sent him some pennillion for insertion, and he did not insert
them."

"Were they in Welsh or English?"

"In Welsh, of course."

"Well, then the man had some excuse for disregarding them--because you
know the _Times_ is written in English."

"Oh, you mean the London _Times_," said the man in grey. "Pooh! I did
not allude to that trumpery journal, but the Liverpool _Times_, the
Amserau. I sent some pennillion to the editor for insertion and he did
not insert them. Peth a clwir cenfigen yn Saesneg?"

"We call cenfigen in English envy," said I; "but as I told you before,
envy will not always prevail."

"You cannot imagine how pleased I am with your company," said the man in
grey. "Landlord, landlord!"

"The greatest prydydd," said the man of the tattered hat, "the greatest
prydydd."

"Pray don't order any more on my account," said I, "as you see my glass
is still full. I am about to start for Caer Gybi. Pray, where are you
bound for?"

"For Bangor," said the man in grey. "I am going to the market."

"Then I would advise you to lose no time," said I, "or you will
infallibly be too late; it must now be one o'clock."

"There is no market to-day," said the man in grey, "the market is
to-morrow, which is Saturday. I like to take things leisurely, on which
account, when I go to market, I generally s