Sir John: An ugly business, Bob.
Robert: On-commonly, sir!
Sir John: Have you seen or heard anything of Mr. Potter?
Robert: No, sir. It seems he’s vanished away again, being badly wanted by the preventive authorities. For I did ’appen to hear as ’twas him as is judged responsible for most o’ the casualties, sir.
Sir John: To be sure, he was wearing his old frieze coat! Ha’ you been far abroad this morning, Bob?
Robert: I did ’appen to step across the fields, sir.
Sir John: Very right, Bob. Health! Sunshine! Dew!
Robert: It was a little doo-ey, sir.
Sir John: And you carried the basket, Bob, of course?
Robert: Basket, sir...?