Andrew (twisting his hat about, and standing first on one leg, then on the other). Mrs. Langdon—

Mrs. L. Well, Andrew, what is it?

Andrew. I am your gardener, ma'am; am I not?

Mrs. L. Yes, Andrew.

Andrew. I have always tried to give you satisfaction?

Mrs. L. Certainly. You have been very faithful.

Andrew. You have fed me well, paid me well, and, what is far better, you are good and kind to me, which I like more than money, because the one you owe me, and the other you give me of your own free will.

Mrs. L. Well, Andrew—

Andrew. Well, Mrs. Langdon, I am going to leave you against my own desire. You are an excellent mistress, and I don't want to leave you, but it must be—

Mrs. L. Andrew, I am surprised! Why do you wish to leave me? Have you anything to complain of? Have I done you any injustice?