He too laughed and spoke, but in Welsh.

We now went on like brothers, conversing, but always walking at great speed.

I learned from him that he was a market-gardener living at Bangor, and that Bangor was three miles off.
On the stars shining out we began to talk about them.
Pointing to Charles's Wain I said, "A good star for travellers." Whereupon pointing to the North star, he said: "I forwyr da iawn--a good star for mariners." We passed a large house on our left.
"Who lives there ?" said I.
"Mr Smith," he replied.

"It is called Plas Newydd; milltir genom etto--we have yet another mile." In ten minutes we were at Bangor.

I asked him where the Albion Hotel was.
"I will show it you," said he, and so he did.
As we came under it I heard the voice of my wife, for she, standing on a balcony and distinguishing me by the lamplight, called out.