“Very,” said the sedate little grey mare.
“Not much doing here. Slow sort of place I should say, eh?”
“I don’t know what you mean? Have you just come to this neighbourhood?”
“Came last night. Slow train. Block in the line. A miserable journey.”
“Do you think you will like the neighbourhood?”
“No.”
“Oh! you rude creature, I shan’t talk to you any more! Where do you come from, and whatever is the vicar doing with you?”
Lele took no notice. Presently he said:
“Does nobody hunt here?”