dustysurlycountenance。IaskedhiminWelshifIwasintherightdirectionforWrexham，heansweredinasurlymannerinEnglish，thatIwas。IagainspoketohiminWelsh，makingsomeindifferentobservationontheweather，andheansweredinEnglishyetmoregrufflythanbefore。ForthethirdtimeIspoketohiminWelsh，whereuponlookingatmewithagrinofsavagecontempt，andshowingasetofteethlikethoseofamastiff，hesaid，\"How’sthis？whyyouhaven’tawordofEnglish？Aprettyfellowyou，withalongcoatonyourbackandnoEnglishonyourtongue，an’tyouashamedofyourself？Why，hereamIinashortcoat，yetI’dhaveyoutoknowthatIcanspeakEnglishaswellasWelsh，ayeandagooddealbetter。\"\"Allpeoplearenotequallyclebber，\"saidI，stillspeakingWelsh。\"Clebber，\"saidhe，\"clebber！whatisclebber？whycan’tyousayclever！Why，Ineversawsuchalow，illiteratefellowinmylife；\"andwiththesewordsheturnedawaywitheverymarkofdisdain，andenteredacottagenearathand。
\"HereIhavehad，\"saidItomyself，asIproceededonmyway，\"topayfortheover—praisewhichIlatelyreceived。Thefarmerontheothersideofthemountaincalledmeapersonofgreatintelligence，whichIneverpretendedtobe，andnowthiscolliercallsmealow，illiteratefellow，whichIreallydon’tthinkIam。
ThereiscertainlyaNemesismixedupwiththeaffairsofthisworld；everygoodthingwhichyouget，beyondwhatisstrictlyyourdue，issuretoberequiredfromyouwithavengeance。Alittleover—praisebyagreatdealofunderrating—agleamofgoodfortunebyanightofmisery。\"
InowsawWrexhamChurchataboutthedistanceofthreemiles，andpresentlyenteredalanewhichledgentlydownfromthehills，whichwerethesameheightsIhadseenonmyrighthand，somemonthspreviously，onmywayfromWrexhamtoRhiwabon。Thescenerynowbecameverypretty—hedge—rowswereoneitherside，aluxurianceoftreesandplentyofgreenfields。Ireachedthebottomofthelane，beyondwhichIsawastrange—lookinghouseuponaslopeontherighthand。Itwasverylarge，ruinous，andseeminglydeserted。Alittlebeyonditwasafarm—house，connectedwithwhichwasalongrowoffarmingbuildingsalongtheroad—side。
Seeingawomanseatedknittingatthedoorofalittlecottage，I