“Plenty, sir, plenty.”
“How came your father not to go over to the Methodists instead of the Church?”
“’Cause he didn’t like them, sir; he used to say they were a trumpery, cheating set; that they wouldn’t swear, but would lie through a three-inch board.”
“I suppose your mother is a Church-woman?”
“She is now, sir; but before she knew my father she was a Methodist.”
“Of what religion is the master of the house?”
“Church, sir, Church; so is all the family.”
“Who is the clergyman of the place?”
“Mr Pugh, sir!”
“Is he a good preacher?”