“Can you read English?”
“Yes, I can; that is, a little.”
“Why didn’t you try to learn to read Welsh?”
“Well, I did; but I could make no hand of it. It’s one thing to speak Welsh and another to read it.”
“I can read Welsh much better than I can speak it,” said I.
“Ah, you are a gentleman—gentlefolks always find it easier to learn to read a foreign lingo than to speak it, but it’s quite the contrary with we poor folks.”
“One of the most profound truths ever uttered connected with language,” said I to myself. I asked him if there were many Church of England people in Llandovery.
“A good many,” he replied.
“Do you belong to the Church?” said I.
“Yes, I do.”