JoHNSON : " How old is Ellen now ? "
Mr. Powell : " She is— let me see— 12
JoHNSON : " And Ceinwen ? "
Mr. Powell : " She is 10."
JoHNSON : " Are they happy together ? "
Mr. Pow^ell : " Almost like two sisters, and so happy, Johnson, that I think I shall never marry again."
JoHNSON : Why ? "
Mr. Powell : " Well, who knows how the new Mrs, Powell would take to these children ?"
JoHNSON : " Yes, one never knows what might happen.^'
Mr. Powell : "I have an excellent Housekeeper in
Mrs. Humphreys. ( Yn edrych ar y llyfhyr yn ei law). John- son, are you superstitious ? "
JoHNSON : " Not in the least.
Mr. Powell : " Hm. No, you cold English people are rather lacking in imagination."
JoHNSON : Why did you ask that ? "
Mr. Powell : " Well, five years ago I received a letter from Llwynrhedyn asking me to befriend an orphan '
JoHNSON : Yes."
Mr. Powell : " I did so, and, as I told you. I think her coming has in some measure prevented my tliinkmg of marrying again."
JoHNSON : Is that so ? "
Mr. Powell : " Yes. WeU, something tclls me that this letter again will have a great (^ffect upon mv life."
JoHNSON : " Mr. Powell, surelv a soUd birsiness man like you does not put any faith in such things."
Mr. Powell [yn gweni{) : " A mere passing; fancy, I suppose."
JOHNSON : " Well open it Mr Powell and see for yourself. Perhaps I had better go?
