“Jolly morning,” said Sam, perseveringly.
“So I imagine. I have not yet been out.”
“Thought I’d look in and see how you were.”
“That was very kind of you. The morning is my busy time, but ... yes, that was very kind of you!”
There was another pause.
“How do you like America?” said Sam.
“I dislike it exceedingly.”
“Yes? Well, of course, some people do. Prohibition and all that. Personally, it doesn’t affect me. I can take it or leave it alone. I like America myself,” said Sam. “I’ve had a wonderful time. Everybody’s treated me like a rich uncle. I’ve been in Detroit, you know, and they practically gave me the city and asked me if I’d like another to take home in my pocket. Never saw anything like it. I might have been the missing heir! I think America’s the greatest invention on record.”
“And what brought you to America?” said Mrs. Hignett, unmoved by this rhapsody.
“Oh, I came over to play golf. In a tournament, you know.”