CHAPTER XXXVIII.
Inn at L-----The Handmaid--The Decanter--Religious Gentleman--Truly Distressing--Sententiousness--Way to Pay Bills.
I proceeded on my way in high spirits indeed, having now seen not only the tomb of the Tudors, but one of those sober poets for which Anglesey has always been so famous.

The country was pretty, with here and there a hill, a harvest-field, a clump of trees or a grove.
I soon reached L---, a small but neat town.

"Where is the -- - Arms ?" said I to a man whom I met.
"Yonder, sir, yonder," said he, pointing to a magnificent structure on the left.
I went in and found myself in a spacious hall.

A good-looking young woman in a white dress with a profusion of pink ribbons confronted me with a curtsey.

"A pint and a chop!" I exclaimed, with a flourish of my hand and at the top of my voice.