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Mr. Pugh knocked at the door with the knob of his stick, with such 
thunderous vigour, that I imagined I could see the good woman jumping a 
clear yard from the floor, and in a moment or two we could hear her coming 
along the lobby, loudly muttering, ‘‘In the name of everything good, what is 
there here now? ’”’ 
As soon, however, as Mrs. Jones saw that it was Mr. Pugh who had been 
guilty of knocking so unreasonabiy at the door and disturbing the whole 
neighbourhood, she changed the tone of her voice and said : 
‘Well, Mr. Pugh bach, I thought it was you, and who have you got with 
you? Well, Mr. Rees our new minister, sure enough! Well, come in, I am 
glad to see you, yes, from my heart ; and Enoc Jones would have been glad 
to see you if he’d been alive, wouldn’t he, Mr. Pugh? Who knew Enoc 
Jones better than you, Mr. Pugh? ”’ 
‘* Well, yes, we knew each other pretty well,’’ said Mr. Pugh, adding, 
‘* What do you think of your lodger, Mrs. Jones? Do you promise to give 
him plenty to eat, and to look after him middling?” 
‘* Well, you are a garw one, too, Mr. Pugh. Enoc Jones always used to 
say that he never saw the like of you, and who knew you better than Enoc 
Jones, isn’t it, Mr. Pugh? Are you warm, Mr. Rees? Shall I fetch slippers 
for you? Enoc Jones always used to say that a man rested better in his 
slippers.’’ 
‘«Mr. Rees is not going to stay here to-night,’’ said Mr. Pugh. 
‘Not going to stay here ? Where is he going to stay then, since I am so 
bold as to ask? There is nothing in chapel to-night, is there? Are you 
planned anywhere, Mr. Rees ?”’ 
‘*No; he is coming to us to-night, and he will come to you to-morrow. I 
was only just bringing him round to show him,”’ said Mr. Pugh. 
** Well, you are a garw one, Mr. Pugh, as Enoc Jones used to say. Will 
you take a cup of coffee, Mr. Rees? ”’ 
‘*No, thank you, Mrs. Jones; I don’t take coffee at night.’’ I replied. 
‘Enoc Jones didn’t either, He always said it was too heavy. Do you 
take coffee for brecwest, Mr. Rees? ”’ 
‘* Not very often.’’ 
‘Well, you are exactly like Enoc Jones; isn’t he, Mr. Pugh?”’ 
‘* Yes, especially about the bend of the elbow,’’ said Mr. Pugh, playfully ; 
adding, ‘‘ You will get further opportunities to notice the likeness between 
Mr. Rees and Mr. Jones; and you must consider it a compliment to be 
compared to such a good man, Mr. Rees.’’ 
‘Well, who knew Enoc Jones better than you Mr. Pugh? Good night, 
if you must go, but you would not have been allowed to go so quick if Enoc 
Jones was alive.’’ 
‘‘ What do you think of Mrs. Jones and your lodging?’ asked Mr. Pugh. 
I answered that my impression was that it was a clean, comfortable place, 
and that Mrs. Jones was a neat, honest, kind body, easy to live with, but a 
little weak.”’ 
‘Right, my boy,’’ he said. ‘‘ You will be perfectly happy after you have 
got used to the talk about Enoc Jones. Do you know the advice I got long 
ago? Hereit is: Not to marry a widow unless her first husband had been 
hanged or sent to transport ; because if the first husband had been hanged or 
transported, you’ll never hear a word about him ; but if he has been rather 
a good husband you’ll never hear the last word about him.”’ 
