“From Wrexham,” said the man.
“I thought Wrexham was in Wales,” said I.
“If it be,” said the man, “the people are not Welsh; a man is not a horse because he happens to be born in a stable.”
“Is that young woman your wife?” said I.
“Yes;” said he, “after a fashion”—and then he leered at the lass, and she leered at him.
“Do you attend any place of worship?” said I.
“A great many, master!”
“What place do you chiefly attend?” said I.
“The Chequers, master!”
“Do they preach the best sermons there?” said I.