"Why?"
"It is not the sort of country to which I have been accustomed, sir. It is not like the country round Little-Seeping-in-the-Wold."
"Where's that?"
"In England, sir."
"I suppose the English country's nice?"
"I believe it gives uniform satisfaction, sir."
George felt damped. In his mood of relief he had hoped that Ferris might have brought himself to sink the butler in the friend.
"What don't you like about the country round here?"
"I disapprove of the mosquitoes, sir."
"But there are only a few."