Lucas. That's how I've missed them. My car broke down the other side of the clump, and so I walked over the fields.
Criddle. Yes, sir. I beg pardon, I hope the arm isn't serious.
Lucas. No, Criddle. Just serious enough to get me a couple of months' leave, so that I could spend the New Year in England.
Criddle. You had it very hot in India, I suppose, sir?
Lucas. Blazing!
Criddle. We've got the same old weather here, you see, sir.
Lucas. Same old weather! Had any visitors for Christmas, Criddle?
Criddle. Mr. Barron, of course, and Professor and Mrs. Sturgess.
Lucas. Same old visitors—same visitors, I should say. Mr. Pilcher still Vicar here, I suppose?
Criddle. Yes, sir. He gave us a wonderful sermon at the old year's service last night.