I Are you the person of whom such extraordinary stories are being told? You look it--you must be--you are. George Horley just told me he saw you on the Shaldon Road. I don't know how he knew it was you-- and his manner was most extraordinary--but he's a sharp fellow, and I shouldn't be surprised if he was right. Tell me, are you that person?'
'I am He that you know not of.'
'My dear sir, that doesn't matter one iota. What I've heard of you is sufficient introduction for me. I don't know if you're aware that this field is mine, and that you're trespassing. I'm very particular about not allowing the villagers to come in here--they will go after the mushrooms. But if you'll take a seat in my carriage I shall be very happy to put you up for a day or two. I'm Mrs. Montara, of Weir Park. I have some very delightful people staying with me, who will be of the greatest service to you in what I understand is your propaganda. Most interesting what I've heard of you, I'm sure.' The Stranger was silent. 'Well, will you come?'
'Woman, return to your own place. Leave Me in peace.'
'I don't admire your manners, my good man, especially after my going out of my way to be civil to you. Is that all the answer you have to give?'
'What have I to do with you, or you with Me? I am not that new thing which you seek. I am of old.'
He looked at her. The great lady shrank back a little, as if abashed.
'Whoever you are, I shall be glad to have you as my guest.'
'I am not found in rich women's houses. They are too poor. They offer nothing. They seek only to obtain.'
'I offer you, in the way of hospitality, whatever you may want.'