Mr. Pickwick had not been asleep half an hour when little Boldwig, followed by the two gardeners, came striding along as fast as his size and importance would let him; and when he came near the oak tree, Captain Boldwig paused, and drew a long breath, and looked at the prospect as if he thought the prospect ought to be highly gratified at having him to take notice of it; and then he struck the ground emphatically with his stick, and summoned the head-gardener.
“Hunt,” said Captain Boldwig.
“Yes, sir,” said the gardener.
“Roll this place to-morrow morning—do you hear, Hunt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And take care that you keep me this place in good order—do you hear, Hunt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And remind me to have a board done about trespassers, and spring guns, and all that sort of thing, to keep the common people out. Do you hear, Hunt; do you hear?”
“I’ll not forget it, sir.”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the other man, advancing with his hand to his hat.