She's Welsh, is she?
Those Welsh are addle-pated, every one.

Poor girl!' He threw a horrible tremour into his accent of pity.
My aunt expressed her view mildly, that I was sent for to help cure the young lady of her delusion.
'And take her himself!' cried the squire.

'Harry, you wouldn't go and do that?
Why, the law, man, the law--the whole country 'd be up about it.
You'll be stuck in a coloured caricature!' He was really alarmed lest this should be one of the consequences of my going, and described some of the scourging caricatures of his day with an intense appreciation of their awfulness as engines of the moral sense of the public.

I went nevertheless..