I felt very fatigued, rather I believe from that unlucky short cut than from the length of the way, for I had not come more than eighteen miles.

Drawing a chair towards a table I sat down, and placing my elbows upon the board I leaned my face upon my upturned hands, and presently fell into a sweet sleep, from which I awoke exceedingly refreshed just as a maid opened the room door to lay the cloth.
After dinner I got up, went out and strolled about the place.

It was small, and presented nothing very remarkable.

Tired of strolling I went and leaned my back against the wall of the churchyard and enjoyed the cool of the evening, for evening with its coolness and shadows had now come on.
As I leaned against the wall, an elderly man came up and entered into discourse with me.

He told me he was a barber by profession, had travelled all over Wales, and had seen London.