“And can you speak Welsh?”
“O, yes, and the best.”
“Then why did you not bring what I asked for?”
“Because I did not understand you.”
“Tell her,” said I to John Jones, “to bring us some bread, cheese and ale.”
“Come, aunt,” said John, “bring us bread and cheese and a quart of the best ale.”
The woman looked as if she was going to reply in the tongue in which he addressed her, then faltered, and at last said in English that she did not understand.
“Now,” said I, “you are fairly caught: this man is a Welshman, and moreover understands no language but Welsh.”
“Then how can he understand you?” said she.
“Because I speak Welsh,” said I.