Chapter 6

Arthur wondered how long it was. No doubt he seemed dreadfully young to the man. “And, ah, how did you come to be in the motor car trade? Rather than working on the land, I mean?” For really, the man was burnt as brown as any farmer, and Arthur could easily imagine those broad shoulders (he tried to banish all thoughts of Mrs Ives from his mind) engaged in tilling the soil.

Goodman looked amused. “We all have to move with the times, sir.”

“Oh! Yes, I suppose so. Progress is inevitable, as they say. And I shouldn’t like to be having to ride around everywhere in a horse-drawn carriage, or do without electricity, of course.”

“Would you be in any line of business, sir, or are you what’s known as a gentleman of leisure?”