"Yes, I do," said Doctor Jones in a very low voice, like that of a person who deliberates; "yes, I do. I remember you perfectly, sir," he added almost immediately in a tone of some animation; "you are the gentleman with whom I had a very interesting conversation one evening last summer in the bar of the inn at Cerrig Drudion. I regretted very much that our conversation was rather brief, but I was called away to attend to a case, a professional case, sir, of some delicacy, and I have since particularly regretted that I was unable to return that night, as it would have given me much pleasure to have been present at a dialogue which, I have been told by my friend the landlady, you held with a certain Italian who was staying at the house, which was highly agreeable and instructive to herself and her daughter."
"Well," said I, "I am rejoiced that fate has brought us together again.
How have you been in health since I had the pleasure of seeing you?"
"Rather indifferent, sir, rather indifferent. I have of late been afflicted with several ailments the original cause of which, I believe, was a residence of several years in the Ynysoedd y Gorllewin-the West-India Islands-where I had the honour of serving her present gracious Majesty"s gracious uncle, George the Fourth-in a medical capacity, sir.
I have likewise been afflicted with lowness of spirits, sir. It was this same lowness of spirits which induced me to accept an invitation made by the individual lately in the room to accompany him in a vehicle with some other people to Bala. I shall always consider my coming as a fortunate circ.u.mstance inasmuch as it has given me an opportunity of renewing my acquaintance with you."
"Pray," said I, "may I take the liberty of asking who that individual is?"
"Why," said Doctor Jones, "he is what they call a Wolverhampton gent."
"A Wolverhampton gent," said I to myself; "only think!"
"Were you pleased to make any observation, sir?" said the doctor.
"I was merely saying something to myself," said I. "And in what line of business may he be? I suppose in the hog line."
"O no," said Doctor Jones. "His father it is true is a hog-merchant, but as for himself he follows no business; he is what is called a fast young man, and goes about here and there on the spree, as I think they term it, drawing, whenever he wants money, upon his father, who is in affluent circ.u.mstances. Some time ago he came to Cerrig Drudion, and was so much pleased with the place, the landlady and her daughters that he has made it his head-quarters ever since. Being frequently at the house I formed an acquaintance with him, and have occasionally made one in his parties and excursions, though I can"t say I derive much pleasure from his conversation, for he is a person of little or no literature."
"The son of a hog-merchant," thought I to myself. "Depend upon it, that immense fellow whom I saw in my dream purchase the big hog at Llangollen fair, and who wanted me to give him a poond for his bargain, was this gent"s father. O there is much more in dreams than is generally dreamt of by philosophy!"
Doctor Jones presently began to talk of Welsh literature, and we were busily engaged in discussing the subject when in walked the fast young man, causing the floor to quake beneath his ponderous tread. He looked rather surprised at seeing the doctor and me conversing, but Doctor Jones turning to him said, "O I remember this gentleman perfectly."
"Oh!" said the fast young man; "very good!" then flinging himself down in a chair with a force that nearly broke it and fixing his eyes upon me said, "I think I remember the gentleman too. If I am not much mistaken, sir, you are one of our princ.i.p.al engineers at Wolverhampton. O yes! I remember you now perfectly. The last time I saw you was at a public dinner given to you at Wolverhampton, and there you made a speech, and a capital speech it was."
Just as I was about to reply Doctor Jones commenced speaking Welsh, resuming the discourse on Welsh literature. Before, however, he had uttered a dozen words he was interrupted by the Wolverhampton gent, who exclaimed in a blubbering tone: "O Lord, you are surely not going to speak Welsh. If I had thought I was to be bothered with Welsh I wouldn"t have asked you to come."
"If I spoke Welsh, sir," said the Doctor, "it was out of compliment to this gentleman, who is a proficient in the ancient language of my country. As, however, you dislike Welsh, I shall carry on the conversation with him in English, though peradventure you may not be more edified by it in that language than if it were held in Welsh."
He then proceeded to make some very excellent remarks on the history of the Gwedir family, written by Sir John Wynn; to which the Wolverhampton gent listened with open mouth and staring eyes. My dinner now made its appearance, brought in by the little freckled maid-the cloth had been laid during my absence from the room. I had just begun to handle my knife and fork, Doctor Jones still continuing his observations on the history of the Gwedir family, when I heard a carriage drive up to the inn, and almost immediately after two or three young fellows rollicked into the room. "Come, let"s be off," said one of them to the Wolverhampton gent; "the carriage is ready." "I"m glad of it," said the fast young man, "for it"s rather slow work here. Come, doctor! are you going with us or do you intend to stay here all night?" Thereupon the doctor got up, and coming towards me, leaning on his cane, said: "Sir! it gives me infinite pleasure that I have met a second time a gentleman of so much literature. That we shall ever meet a third time I may wish but can scarcely hope, owing to certain ailments under which I suffer, brought on, sir, by a residence of many years in the Occidental Indies.
However, at all events I wish you health and happiness." He then shook me gently by the hand and departed with the Wolverhampton gent and his companions; the gent as he stumped out of the room saying, "Good night, sir; I hope it will not be long before I see you at another public dinner at Wolverhampton, and hear another speech from you as good as the last."
In a minute or two I heard them drive off.
Left to myself I began to discuss my dinner. Of the dinner I had nothing to complain, but the ale which accompanied it was very bad. This was the more mortifying, for remembering the excellent ale I had drunk at Bala some months previously I had, as I came along the gloomy roads the present evening, been promising myself a delicious treat on my arrival.
"This is very bad ale!" said I to the freckled maid, "very different from what I drank in the summer, when I was waited on by Tom Jenkins."
"It is the same ale, sir," said the maid, "but the last in the cask; and we shan"t have any more for six months, when he will come again to brew for the summer; but we have very good porter, sir, and first-rate Allsopp."
"Allsopp"s ale," said I, "will do for July and August, but scarcely for the end of October. However, bring me a pint; I prefer it at all times to porter."
My dinner concluded, I trifled away the time till about ten o"clock, and then went to bed.
CHAPTER LXXIII
Breakfast-The Freckled Maid-Llan uwch Llyn-The Landlady-Llewarch Hen-Conversions to the Church.
Awaking occasionally in the night I heard much storm and rain. The following morning it was gloomy and lowering. As it was Sunday I determined to pa.s.s the day at Bala, and accordingly took my prayer-book out of my satchel, and also my single white shirt, which I put on.
Having dressed myself I went to the coffee-room and sat down to breakfast. What a breakfast! pot of hare; ditto of trout; pot of prepared shrimps; dish of plain shrimps; tin of sardines; beautiful beef-steak; eggs, m.u.f.fin; large loaf, and b.u.t.ter, not forgetting capital tea. There"s a breakfast for you!
As the little freckled maid was removing the breakfast things I asked her how old she was.
"Eighteen, sir, last Candlemas," said the freckled maid.
"Are your parents alive?"
"My mother is, sir, but my father is dead."
"What was your father?"
"He was an Irishman, sir! and boots to this inn."
"Is your mother Irish?"
"No, sir, she is of this place; my father married her shortly after he came here."
"Of what religion are you?"
"Church, sir, church."
"Was your father of the church?"
"Not always, sir; he was once what is called a Cartholic. He turned to the church after he came here."
"A"n"t there a great many Methodists in Bala?"
"Plenty, sir, plenty."
"How came your father not to go over to the Methodists instead of the church?"
""Cause he didn"t like them, sir; he used to say they were a trumpery, cheating set; that they wouldn"t swear, but would lie through a three-inch board."
"I suppose your mother is a churchwoman?"
"She is now, sir; but before she knew my father she was a Methodist."
"Of what religion is the master of the house?"
"Church, sir, church; so is all the family."
"Who is the clergyman of the place?"
"Mr. Pugh, sir!"