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The Rosery Folk
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âPray speak gently, dear.â
âSpeak gently! how can a man speak gently? The things are of no value, but it worries me, Iâve taken such pains with them, through the cold weather, to bring them on.â
âYou have, Sir James, you have, sir; and I never let the fire go out once.â
âNo: but youâve let the grapes go out, confound you! and if I find that you have been dishonestââ
âOh! but Iâm sure, dear, that he would not be.â
âThank you kindly, my lady,â said John Monnick, the old gardener, taking off his hat and wiping his streaming brow with his arm, as he stood bent and dejected, leaning upon his spade, with every line in his countenance puckered and drawn with trouble, and a helpless look of appeal in his eyes. âNo, my lady, I wouldnât let these here old hands take to picking and stealing, and manyâs the trouble Iâve been in with Fanny and Martha and the others because I was so particular even to a gooseberry.â
âThere, dear, I told you so!â
âBut the grapes are gone,â cried Sir James Scarlett angrily. âWho could have taken them?â
âThatâs what puzzles me, Master James, it do indeed. I did get into temptation once, and took something, but itâs been a lesson to me; and I said then, never no more, with the Lordâs help, and never no more, sir, itâs true, never up to now.â
âThen you confess you did steal some fruit once?â
âYes, Master James, I confess it, sir, and a deal Iâve thought about it since; and Iâve come to think from much reading, sir, that though this here garden wasnât planted eastward in Eden itâs a very beautiful place; all the neighbours say, sir, that there ainât a more beautiful little place for miles round, and Lady Martlettâs folkâs about wild at our growing such better fruit and flowers.â
âOh, yes! I know all about that, but what has that to do with your confession?â
âEverything, if you please, Master James, for how could there be a beautiful garden even now without temptation coming into it, same as it did when that there apple, as brought all the sin into the world, was picked and eat?â
âThere, that will do, Monnick; now speak out.â
âI will, sir and my lady, and ask your pardon humbly and get it off my mind. It were five year ago, sir, and just after youâd took the place, and Iâd come up from old masterâs, sir.â
âFive years ago, John?â said Lady Scarlett smiling.
âYes, my lady, five year, and itâll be six at Michaelmas, and it wasnât over an apple but over one oâ them Willyum pears, as growd on that cup-shaped tree down side the south walk.â
âAnd you cleared that, did you?â said Sir James grimly.
âNay, sir, I didnât; it were only one of âem as had hung till it were dead-ripe, and then fell as soon as the sun came on it hot, and there it lay under the tree, with its rosy green and yellow side, and a big crack acrost it like a hopen mouth asking me to taste how good it was.â
âAnd did you, John?â said Lady Scarlett, passing her arm through her husbandâs, and pressing it quietly.
âDid I, my lady? I was mowing that there great walk and I went by it three or four times, but the grass there was dry and wiry and would not cut, and I had to go over it again and again, and the more I tried to resist the temptation the more it wouldnât flee before me, but kept on a-drawing and a-drawing of me till at last I dropped my scythe and rubber and ran right away, I did, Sir James and my lady, I did indeed.â
âAnd left the pear?â said Sir James....