“You speak very good English,” said I, “have you much Welsh?”
“Plenty,” said he; “I am a real Welshman.”
“Can you read Welsh?” said I.
“O, yes!” he replied.
“What books have you read?” said I.
“I have read the Bible, sir, and one or two other books.”
“Did you ever read the Bardd Cwsg?” said I.
He looked at me with some surprise.
“No,” said he, after a moment or two, “I have never read it. I have seen it, but it was far too deep Welsh for me.”
“I have read it,” said I.