'Was there a young man with the girl ?' 'Nobody was along, sir.' 'Which way did she go ?' 'By there, to Dryslwyn, sir.' Mr Prothero rode on to the picturesque village bearing this name.

The old ruined castle looked down upon him from its curiously formed, tumulus-looking elevation, as he stopped before a neat farm-house.
'Good morning, Mrs Lewis.' 'Walk in, Mr Prothero.

We were talking of you by now.

There was a young 'ooman by here yesterday, and John Lewis said he was seure she had your dog with her.

She went away so fast, that I hadn't time to ask about the dog.' 'Which way did she go ?' 'Down the Carmarthen road.' 'Good morning, Mrs Lewis, thank you.