"And how do you like it, Mr. Baptiste?"
"Out here, you mean?"
"Yes, why, yes, of course," she added hastily.
"Why, I like it fine. I'm thoroughly in love with the country."
"That's nice. And you own such nice land, I don't wonder," she said thoughtfully.
"Oh, well," he replied, modestly, "I think I should like it anyhow."
"Of course; but when one has property—such nice land as you own, they have everything to like it for."
"I'm compelled to agree with you."
"I'm sorry we don't own any," she said regretfully. "But of course in a way we are not entitled to. We didn't get in 'on the ground floor,' therefore we must be satisfied as renters."
He was silent but attentive.