“Yes,” says Mrs. Jenney, smiling.
“Tell him I want to see him.”
“Guess you'll find him in the apple orchard.”
“Where's that?”
The chauffeur takes down the bars, Mr. Jenney pricks up his ears, and presently—to his amazement—perceives a Leviathan approaching him, careening over the ruts of his wood road. Not being an emotional person, he continues to pick apples until he is summarily hailed. Then he goes leisurely towards the Leviathan.
“Are you Mr. Jenney?”
“Callate to be,” says Mr. Jenney, pleasantly.
“I'm Humphrey Crewe.”
“How be you?” says Mr. Jenney, his eyes wandering over the Leviathan.
“How are the apples this year?” asks Mr. Crewe, graciously.