“Oh, nothing.”
“You spoke.”
“I only said ‘How is everything?’ don’t you know.”
“How is what?”
“Everything.”
“I fail to understand you.”
“Let it go,” I said.
I found a certain difficulty in boosting along the chitchat. He was not a responsive cove.
“Nice day,” I said.
“Quite.”
“But they say the crops need rain.”
He had buried himself in his paper once more, and seemed peeved this time on being lugged to the surface.
“What?”
“The crops.”
“The crops?”
“Crops.”
“What crops?”
“Oh, just crops.”