The dream: A novel

by H. G. Wells

"'So you brought this from the gardens,' said Mr. Petterton with fine irony. 'And may I ask why Mr.—why Sir John did not condescend to bring them himself?'

"''E tole me to bring them,' I said.

"'And pray who may you be?'

"'I'm 'Arry Smith,' I said. 'Mr. Julip, 'e's my uncle.'

"'Ah!' said Mr. Petterton and was struck by a thought. 'That's the son of Smith who's a sort of greengrosher in Cliffstone.'

"'Cherry Gardens, sir, we live at.'

"'Haven't seen you over here before, my boy. Have you ever visited us before?'

"'Not 'ere, sir.'

"'Not here! But you come over to the gardens perhaps?'

"'Nearly every Sunday, sir.'