“I hope Mr. Lloyd is not ill?”
“Oh no, parson; leastwise he was well in body when I left whome, but sorely troubled in mind.”
“What is the matter, my good friend?” inquired Mr. Jones.
“Oh, sir! it’s too dreadful. I kunna tell yoo. I s’pose I must, for I’m kum here on purpose.”
“Unless you tell me the cause of your trouble, ma’am, I cannot give you advice.”
“You know, parson, Moll McGee, of Cwmdu, dunna yoo?”
“Yes, ma’am; I know that person very well.”
“Yoo know, dunna yoo, Mr. Jones, that she’s a witch.”
“She is so reported, Mrs. Lloyd; but you must not believe all you hear.”
“But, yoo do know very well she’s a real witch, so dunna yoo deny it.”