Mr.Quatermain, if anyone attempts to rob you, call for Woodden and he will knock them down.

He's my gardener, you know, and entirely to be trusted, especially if it is a matter of knocking anyone down." "Aye, I'll knock him down surely," said Woodden, doubling his great fist and looking round him with a suspicious eye.
"Now listen, Woodden.

Have you looked at that Odontoglossum Pavo, and if so, what do you think of it ?" and he nodded towards a plant which stood in the centre of the little group that was placed on the small table beneath the auctioneer's desk.

It bore a spray of the most lovely white flowers.

On the top petal (if it is a petal), and also on the lip of each of these rounded flowers was a blotch or spot of which the general effect was similar to the iridescent eye on the tail feathers of a peacock, whence, I suppose, the flower was named "Pavo," or Peacock.
"Yes, master, and I think it the beautifullest thing that ever I saw.
There isn't a 'glossum in England like that there 'glossum Paving," he added with conviction, and rocked again as he said the word.