“Do many English,” said I, “marry Welsh wives?”
“A great many,” said she. “Plenty of Welsh girls are married to Englishmen at Bolton.”
“Do the Englishmen make good husbands?” said I.
The woman smiled and presently sighed.
“Her husband,” said Jones, “is fond of a glass of ale and is often at the public-house.”
“I make no complaint,” said the woman, looking somewhat angrily at John Jones.
“Is your husband a tall bulky man?” said I.
“Just so,” said the woman.
“The largest of the two men we saw the other night at the public-house at Llansanfraid,” said I to John Jones.
“I don’t know him,” said Jones, “though I have heard of him, but I have no doubt that was he.”