—In Derbyshire.

   He pooh-poohs the notion of Derbyshire. Then he continues giving us bits of useful information, like a disjointed lecture.

   “There's a tree for you!” he exclaims. Then, “There's a queer old roof, eh?” No notice being taken of this, he continues, “Fine beech that!” “Beautiful view, isn't it?” Presently, “Just look at the sky

    now

   !” and so on.

   Cazell begins to resent it, so does Boodels.

   Chilvern says, pointing left and right, “Ah, these fields are the place for mushrooms.”

   Boodels says that his own fields in Essex are better.

   “Not better than this,” says Chilvern.

   Boodels returns that they are, and that

    he

   , Boodels,

    ought

   to know.

   Chilvern pauses to allow the subject to stand and cool, as it were; then he begins again.

   “That's a fine cow there. This is a great place for cows. It's where all the celebrated cheeses are made.”

   “Ah, my dear fellow,” cries Boodels, “you should see the cows in Gloucestershire. They

    are

   cows.”

   Cazell agrees with him, but caps it with, “Yes, but I'll tell you what

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