"
Then it appeared that Kedgers almost became pale. Being a foreigner,
perhaps she did not know how much she was implying when she said such a
thing to a man who had never held a place like Timson's.
"Miss," he hesitated, even shamefacedly, because to suggest to such
a fine-mannered, calm young lady that she might be ignorant, seemed
perilously near impertinence. "Miss, did you mean you wanted only the
Lilium Giganteum, or--or other things, as well."
"I should like to see," she answered him, "all that you see. I should
like to hear more of it all, when we have time to talk it over. I
understand we should need time to discuss plans."
The quiet way she went on! Seeming to believe in him, almost as if he
was Mr. Timson. The old feeling, born and fostered by the great head
gardener's rule, reasserted itself.
"It means more to work--and someone over them, miss," he said. "If--if
you had a man like Mr. Timson----"
"You have not forgotten what you learned. With men enough under you it
can be put into practice."
"You mean you'd trust me, miss--same as if I was Mr. Timson?"
"Yes. If you ever feel the need of a man like Timson, no doubt we can
find one. But you will not. You love the work too much.
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