Still, you are right; we are both extremely fond of it, and have spent many happy hours in it during the years that we've lived here." "And is that Lubin ?" asked St Aubyn, noticing the young gardener a little distance off.
"Yes, that's Lubin," replied Austin, delighted that St Aubyn should have remembered him.

Then Lubin looked up with a respectful smile, and bashfully touched his cap.

"Lubin's awfully clever," he continued, as they sauntered out of hearing, "and _so_ nice every way.

He's what I call a real gentleman, and knows all sorts of curious things.

It's perfectly wonderful how much more country people know than townsfolk.
Of course I mean about _real_ things--nature, and all that--not silly stuff you find in history-books, which is of no consequence to anybody in the world." "Now, Austin," began Aunt Charlotte, warningly.
"Oh, you needn't be afraid," laughed St Aubyn; "Austin's heresies are no novelty to me.