d, sir, though an
excellent individual, is indiscreet, sir--very indiscreet. Landlord,
bring this moment another jug of ale.'

"'The greatest prydydd,' stuttered he of the bulged shoe--'the greatest
prydydd--Oh--'

"'Tut, tut,' said the man in grey.

"'I speak the truth and care for no one,' said he of the tattered hat. 'I
say the greatest prydydd. If any one wishes to gainsay me let him show
his face, and Myn Diawl--'

The landlord brought the ale, placed it on the table, and then stood as
if waiting for something.

"'I suppose you are waiting to be paid,' said I; 'what is your demand?'

"'Sixpence for this jug, and sixpence for the other,' said the landlord.

"I took out a shilling and said: 'It is but right that I should pay half
of the reckoning, and as the whole affair is merely a shilling matter I
should feel obliged in being permitted to pay the whole, so, landlord,
take the shilling and remember you are paid.' I then delivered the
shilling to the landlord, but had no sooner done so than the man in grey,
starting up in violent agitation, wrested the money from the other, and
flung it down on the table before me saying:--

"'No, no, that will never do. I invited you in here to drink, and now
you would pay for the liquor which I ordered. You English are free with
your money, but you are sometimes free with it at the expense of people's
feelings. I am a Welshman, and I know Englishmen consider all Welshmen
hogs. But we are not hogs, mind you! for we have little feelings which
hogs have not. Moreover, I would have you know that we have money,
though perhaps not so much as the Saxon.' Then putting his hand into his
pocket he pulled out a shilling, and giving it to the landlord, said in
Welsh: 'Now thou art paid, and mayst go thy ways till thou art again
called for. I do not know why thou didst stay after thou hadst put down
the ale. Thou didst know enough of me to know that thou didst run no
risk of not being paid.'

"'But,' said I, after the landlord had departed, 'I must insist on being
[? _paying_] my share. Did you not hear me say that I would give a quart
of ale to see a poet?'

"'A poet's face,' said the man in grey, 'should be common to all, even
like that of the sun. He is no true poet, who would keep his face from
the world.'

"'But,' said I, 'the sun frequently hides his head from the world, behind
a cloud.'

"'Not so,' said the man in grey. 'The sun does not hide his face, it i