It was impossible to be dull in his company, for he was the prince of conversers, drawing out as much as he gave.

No wonder that there were numerous visitors at Plas Gwynant.

He was the best and warmest of friends.

In London he would always lay aside his work for the day to entertain one of his contemporaries at Oxford, and at Plas Gwynant they found a hospitable welcome.

He would fish with them, or shoot with them, or boat with them, or walk with them, discussing every subject under heaven.