What do the books which mention it say about it, your honour ?" "Very little," said I, "beyond mentioning it; what do the people here say of it ?" "All kinds of strange things, your honour." "Do they say who built it ?" "Some say the Tylwyth Teg built it, others that it was cast up over a dead king by his people.

The truth is, nobody here knows who built it, or anything about it, save that it is a wonder.

Ah, those people of Llangollen can show nothing like it." "Come," said I, "you must not be so hard upon the people of Llangollen.
They appear to me upon the whole to be an eminently respectable body." The Celtic waiter gave a genuine French shrug.

"Excuse me, your honour, for being of a different opinion.

They are all drunkards." "I have occasionally seen drunken people at Llangollen," said I, "but I have likewise seen a great many sober." "That is, your honour, you have seen them in their sober moments; but if you had watched, your honour, if you had kept your eye on them, you would have seen them reeling too." "That I can hardly believe," said I.
"Your honour can't! but I can who know them.