'Tis very windy up there, I should think." Here the colonel entered again.
"Lewis tells me, uncle, that young man who read the lessons is going to enter the Church." "Shouldn't wonder at all; every Cardiganshire farmer tries to send one son to the Church.

There's Dr.Owen, now, he was a farmer's son.
Bless my soul! Why, he is this young man's uncle! Never thought of that! Of course.

He's own brother to Ebben Owens, Garthowen.

I don't think he keeps up any acquaintance with them, though, and, of course, nobody alludes to them in his presence.

I daresay he will take this young man in hand and we shall have him canon or archdeacon or bishop very soon." This was something more for Gwenda to ponder over, and before the day was ended she had woven quite a halo of romance round Will's unconscious head.
"Shouldn't we send to ask how his arm is, uncle ?" "Yes; pommy word we ought to.