How far are we from Glanyravon ?' 'About four mile and a half.' 'You live in the village ?' 'There is no village, sir.

I live at Glanyravon Farm.' 'Is there any inn nearer than the "Coach and Horses" where I might get a night's lodging, and a man to ride the mare back ?' 'No, sir; but I shall be glad to offer a bed to any friend of Mr Gwynne's, though I am sure you'll find one at the Park.' 'Thank you kindly.

I am not known to Mr Gwynne; but I am going to see Miss Hall, who, I believe, resides with him.' 'To be seure she does; and a better lady never lived.

If you're a friend of Miss Hall's, you're as welcome to our house as if you were born and bred at Glanyravon.' 'You are very kind.

It does one good to meet with true Welsh hospitality once more.' 'You're not Welsh, sir, I should say ?' 'I was Welsh originally; but it would be difficult to make out my parish, as I have been wandering about for many years.' 'A clergyman, sir ?' 'Yes, sir.' The gentleman smiled, and thought the question savoured of American curiosity.
'I have a son a clergyman.