What a nuisance it was that you couldn't buy anywhere in London or in South Wales any book about modern conversation in Welsh.

The sort of Welsh you learnt in the old-fashioned books, which were all that could be got, was Biblical language--Some one had told David that if you went into Smithfield Market in the early morning you might meet the Welsh farmers and stock-drivers who had come up from Wales during the night and who held forth in the Cymric tongue over their beasts.

But probably their language was such as would shock Nannie....

Supposing Frank Gardner did come to England?
In that case it might be safer to confide in Frank.

He was harum-scarum, but he was chivalrous and he pitied Vivie.