"They women knows nothin', and understands nothin'," said the gardener.

"Give us hold of the letter.

I'll take it up to the house.

It's the master's fist." And then Robin postman went on one way, and the gardener, he went the other.

The gardener never disliked an excuse for going up to the Court gardens, even on so wet a day as this.
Mrs.Robarts was sitting over the drawing-room fire with Lady Meredith, when her husband's letter was brought to her.