"Let me see if I have anything to forgive." I turned to the gardener.

"What is your complaint of this man ?" "He's a trespasser on your grounds, sir.

And, his impudence, to say the least of it, is such as I never met with before." "What harm has he done ?" "Harm, sir ?" "Yes--harm.

Has he been picking the flowers ?" The gardener looked round him, longing to refer me to the necessary evidence, and failing to discover it anywhere.

The wretched trespasser took heart of grace, and said a word in his own defence.
"Nobody ever knew me to misbehave myself in a gentleman's garden," he said; "I own, sir, to having taken a peep at the flowers, over the wall." "And they tempted you to look a little closer at them ?" "That's the truth, sir." "So you are fond of flowers ?" "Yes, sir.