“No,” I said. “I—I was just digging.”
“Are you going to dig any more?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then you must let me help you,” he said. “I’m first-rate at digging.”
“Are you? Well, perhaps I shall. But, you see, I’ll have to know you a little better first.”
“May I introduce myself?”
“Oh, no; I’ll ask Mr. Chester about you—”
“Mr. Chester?” he interrupted quickly.
“Yes.”
“Is that where you’re going to dinner?”