"I suppose you come on business connected with the factory?" said
the man.
"No," said I, "my business is connected with Owen Glendower."
"With Owen Glendower?" said the man, staring.
"Yes," said I, "I came to see his place."
"You will not see much of his house now," said the man - "it is
down; only a few bricks remain."
"But I shall see the place where his house stood," said I, "which
is all I expected to see."
"Yes, you can see that."
"What does the dyn dieithr say?" said the woman in Welsh with an
inquiring look.
"That he is come to see the place of Owen Glendower."
"Ah!" said the woman with a smile.
"Is that good lady your wife?" said I.
"She is."
"She looks much older than yourself."
"And no wonder. She is twenty-one years older."
"How old are you?"
"Fifty-three."
"Dear me," said I, "what a difference in your ages. How came you
to marry?"
"She was a widow and I had lost my wife. We were lone in the
world, so we thought we would marry."
"Do you live happily together?"
"Very."
"Then you did quite right to marry. What is your name?"
"David Robert."
"And that of your wife?"
"Gwen Robert."
"Does she speak English?"
"She speaks some, but not much."
"Is the place where Owen lived far from here?"
"It is not.
