“Well, Martin, what do you think of those Lady Hillingdons for next year? I see you’ve been at them.”
“They promise well, sir, but I don’t think so much of the Richmonds.”
“Sorry to hear that. Why not?”
“One thing, they weren’t properly pruned last winter, and for another the mildew’s been at them.”
“You don’t seem to think much of the man who was here last.”
“I don’t, sir, and that’s a fact!”
“And what do you make of your visitor of this morning? Does he know anything about flowers?”
“No, sir, flowers aren’t exactly in his line from what I make of him. Queer sort of chap, I should say, but I don’t take it there’s any harm in him.”
“He told me he came from the East. Does he know any of the parts you know?”
“Yes, sir, some.”