I called on the vicar.
"I—I want to go up to town to see that china exhibit," I observed.
He looked interested.
"I didn't know you were a connoisseur," he remarked.
"Not at all, not at all—the merest tyro."
"I am glad. You will find the show well worth your attention."
I bent my head to the vicar's roses.
"These Richardsons are very lovely," I said.
The vicar smiled.
"I think they have repaid a little trouble," he said modestly.