[CHAPTER VIII.]
GOD BLESS EVERYBODY.
"But I haven't finished yet," said Mr. Hart, after a short pause. "I have another condition."
"Another!" exclaimed Philip, with an inclination to turn ill-humoured. "You are insatiable! And how many more after that, pray?"
"None."
"That's a mercy. Out with your last condition--which I'll not comply with."
"Which you will comply with, or I'll know the reason why."
"Ah, ah! my Cornishman, go on with your conditions."
"Where did you get those flowers from?"
"Where did I get them from? I gave Nature an order for them, and they grew for me--and bloomed for Margaret. I rode a dozen miles for them, and I'd ride a thousand if she bade me."