Maid.—Lest she should get a punch or a thwack for her trouble, sir.
Myself.—Of what religion are the miners?
Maid.—They are Methodists, if they are anything; but they don’t trouble their heads much about religion.
Myself.—Of what religion are you?
Maid.—I am of the Church, sir.
Myself.—Did you always belong to the Church?
Maid.—Not always. When I was at Dinas I used to hear the preacher, but since I have been here I have listened to the clergyman.
Myself.—Is the clergyman here a good man?
Maid.—A very good man indeed, sir. He lives close by. Shall I go and tell him you want to speak to him?
Myself.—O dear me, no! He can employ his time much more usefully than in waiting upon me.