I once failed in business as a nurseryman--but I don't blame the flowers." The delightful simplicity of this was lost on the gardener.

I heard the brute mutter to himself: "Gammon!" For once I asserted my authority over my servant.
"Understand this," I said to him: "I don't confine the enjoyment of my garden to myself and my friends.

Any well-behaved persons are welcome to come here and look at the flowers.

Remember that.

Now you may go." Having issued these instructions, I next addressed myself to my friend in the shabby shooting jacket; telling him to roam wherever he liked, and to stay as long as he pleased.