“Oh, this isn’t the biggest one around here,” said Earnest, glancing at an approaching man with three pack mules then walking in the opposite direction. “If you care for a glass of cellar cordiale I can show it to you from my house.”
“Why thank you,” said Fontarius, also looking at the approaching triple mule-driver, then following after Earnest. Half an hour out of the sun wouldn’t do any harm, and another acer of the present one’s magnitude would be a sight not to be missed. Although he could not escape the slight sensation that if the sycamore was such a grand dome, why did two points of blue in its upper reaches, fail to look like the firmament above.