I felt desolate and wished to speak to somebody.

I tapped at the window, at which there was a light; a woman opened it.

"How far to Holyhead ?" said I in English.
"Dim Saesneg," said the woman.
I repeated my question in Welsh.
"Two miles," said she.
"Still two miles to Holyhead by the road," thought I.

"Nos da," said I to the woman and sped along.

At length I saw water on my right, seemingly a kind of bay, and presently a melancholy ship.