"Missus?"  Llew asked, looking at the stranger, not comprehending at first what he meant.  "Oh no!  God forbid!  Who'd marry me?  No, that's not me wife.  That's my cook what's worked for me for a few years now.  Always says she'll quit and never does.  Thank God!  Don't know what i'd do if she did leave."

"And you remember that!"  The woman's voice came from the rear again. 

Although the man was smiling, there was something that Llew thought wasn't right with him.  "Oh I'm sorry.  I seem to give everybody Guinness."  Llew said.  "Would you like something else instead.  No trouble at all, believe me."

"No, no trouble at all cause he'll drink it himself.  The only reason he serves everybody Guinness.  Lucky he owns the place.  Don't know what his granddad would say if he known."  The woman from the kitchen again.