CHAPTER XXXVII.
Mental Excitation--Land of Poets--The Man in Grey--Drinking Healths--The Greatest Prydydd--Envy--Welshmen not Hogs--Gentlemanly Feeling--What Pursuit ?--Tell him to Walk Up--Editor of the _Times_--Careful Wife--Departure.
I regained the high road by a short cut, which I discovered, across a field.

I proceeded rapidly along for some time.

My mind was very much excited: I was in the birthplace of the mighty Tudors--I had just seen the tomb of one of them; I was also in the land of the bard; a country which had produced Gwalchmai who sang the triumphs of Owain, and him who had sung the Cowydd of Judgment, Gronwy Owen.

So no wonder I was excited.

On I went reciting bardic snatches connected with Anglesey.