- No, no, and thrice no.
- Mr.
Farnon, Elijah Wentworth very rarely requests your services.
- Another time, Mrs.
Hall.
Tristan's still out with the Rover and I've had a rather busy day.
- Hmm.
I saw you playing Patience in the office earlier.
- I'm allowed a moment to gather my thoughts.
- You are indeed.
- And besides, handling a shire horse is definitely a two-man job.
- Oh, I'm sure, but I've a notion you ferreting around for a reason to avoid this may be driven by something else.
- What's that, then?
- Elijah Wentworth, the man's a social menace.
- He's not much of a talker is all.
- Oh, a Yorkshire Dales farmer lacks patter?
I can scarcely believe it.
- His entire vocabulary consists of three expressions: aye, ah, and oh.
- Oh.
- Aye.
- Which wouldn't be a problem if he left you to do your work, but he follows you around everywhere.
- Have you ever considered the possibility that his limited output might not be because he doesn't like talking and just because he doesn't like talking to you?
- How dare you?
- [Tristan] Does he have any interests?
- He's well known for his home brew.
- Well, there you go.
I'd lead with that.
- No, no, no, don't sit down.
You can come with me.
Five bob says you get nothing more than aye, ah, or oh.
- Er, you can't bet five bob on summat like that.
- You're right.
10.
(hands smack) - Er.
(Jimmy giggles) (engine whines)
