Presently they came upon a basket of peaches.
“These peaches were, of course, grown under glass, but I think I am right in saying, Jackson, that they were produced without artificial heat.”
“Yes, sir, quite right, sir. It couldn’t be done nowhere else, sir, but all the sun in Sussex seems to come down here—a regular little sun trap, I think that’s what you called it the other day, sir, when you were speaking to me about them there peaches.”
“Yes, I did. If you move nearer the sea you get fogs and cold winds, further inland you lose the sun, but just here the climate is equal to the south of Europe! I ask you to look at these peaches, it seems impossible—does it not?—to have peaches like these at the end of May, and without any heat, merely glass.”
“It seems to me quite impossible,” dec
