Sir Richard then came up, and I received him with gravity and politeness.

I did not rise of course, for I never forget myself a moment, but I told him to sit down, and added, that after I had finished the pennill I was engaged upon, I would speak to him.

Well, Sir Richard smiled and sat down, and begged me not to hurry myself, for that he could wait.

So I finished the pennill, deliberately, mind you, for I did not forget who I was, and then turning to Sir Richard entered upon business with him." "I suppose Sir Richard is a very good-tempered man ?" said I.
"I don't know," said the man in grey.

"I have seen Sir Richard in a devil of a passion, but never with me--no, no! Trust Sir Richard for not riding the high horse with me--a baronet is a baronet, but a bard is a bard; and that Sir Richard knows." "The greatest prydydd," said the man of the tattered hat, emptying the last contents of the jug into his glass, "the greatest prydydd that--" "Well," said I, "you appear to enjoy very great consideration, and yet you were talking just now of being ill-used." "So I have been," said the man in grey, "I have been kept out of the eisteddfoddau--and then--what do you think?
That fellow, the editor of the _Times_--" "Oh," said I, "if you have anything to do with the editor of the _Times_ you may, of course, expect nothing but shabby treatment, but what business could you have with him ?" "Why I sent him some pennillion for insertion, and he did not insert them." "Were they in Welsh or English ?" "In Welsh, of course." "Well, then the man had some excuse for disregarding them--because you know the _Times_ is written in English." "Oh, you mean the London _Times_," said the man in grey.