How _did_ you do it?
They are _too_ lovely!" So it was just as I thought.

Isaacs had probably despatched a man back to Pegnugger in the night.
"Very easy I assure you.

I am so glad you like them.

They are not very fresh after all though, I see," he added depreciatingly, as men do when they give flowers to people they care about.

I never heard a man find fault with flowers he gave out of a sense of duty.