If his manners put me in mind of those of a Frenchman, his local prejudices brought powerfully to my recollection those of a Spaniard.

Tom Jenkins swears by Bala and abuses Llangollen, and calls its people drunkards, just as a Spaniard exalts his own village and vituperates the next and its inhabitants, whom, though he will not call them drunkards, unless indeed he happens to be a Gallegan, he will not hesitate to term "una caterva de pillos y embusteros." The dinner when it appeared was excellent, and consisted of many more articles than I had ordered.

After dinner, as I sat "trifling" with my cold brandy and water, an individual entered, a short thick dumpy man about thirty, with brown clothes and a broad hat, and holding in his hand a large leather bag.

He gave me a familiar nod, and passing by the table at which I sat, to one near the window, he flung the bag upon it, and seating himself in a chair with his profile towards me, he untied the bag, from which he poured a large quantity of sovereigns upon the table and fell to counting them.

After counting them three times he placed them again in the bag which he tied up, then taking a small book, seemingly an account-book, out of his pocket, he wrote something in it with a pencil, then putting it in his pocket he took the bag and unlocking a beaufet which stood at some distance behind him against the wall, he put the bag into a drawer; then again locking the beaufet he sat down in the chair, then tilting the chair back upon its hind legs he kept swaying himself backwards and forwards upon it, his toes sometimes upon the ground, sometimes mounting until they tapped against the nether side of the table, surveying me all the time with a queer kind of a side glance, and occasionally ejecting saliva upon the carpet in the direction of place where I sat.
"Fine weather, sir," said I, at last, rather tired of being skewed and spit at in this manner.
"Why yaas," said the figure; "the day is tolerably fine, but I have seen a finer." "Well, I don't remember to have seen one," said I; "it is as fine a day as I have seen during the present season, and finer weather than I have seen during this season I do not think I ever saw before." "The weather is fine enough for Britain," said the figure, "but there are other countries besides Britain." "Why," said I, "there's the States, 'tis true." "Ever been in the States, Mr ?" said the figure quickly.
"Have I ever been in the States," said I, "have I ever been in the States ?" "Perhaps you are of the States, Mr; I thought so from the first." "The States are fine countries," said I.
"I guess they are, Mr." "It would be no easy matter to whip the States." "So I should guess, Mr." "That is, single-handed," said I.
"Single-handed, no nor double-handed either.