“They're no friends of mine,” said his father.
“Well, they're friends of mine,” said Diamond.
His father laughed.
“Much good they'll do you!” he said.
“How do you know they won't?” returned Diamond.
“Well, go on,” said his father.
“Then there's Jack and Mr. Stonecrop, and, deary me! not to have mentioned Mr. Coleman and Mrs. Coleman, and Miss Coleman, and Mrs. Crump. And then there's the clergyman that spoke to me in the garden that day the tree was blown down.”
“What's his name!”
“I don't know his name.”
“Where does he live?”