―Certainly, Ned Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like. I’ll get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it from here or from here.

In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.

From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

―I’m deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won’t trespass on your valuable time⁠ ⁠…

―You’re welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next week, say. Can you see?

―Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.

―Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.