“No; you told me yourself.”
“I? Really?”
“Indirectly. You were scorning the proffered services of a horticultural mercenary at the moment of my arrival.”
“Oh, I remember,” she laughed. “It was Irons, of course. He is a great nuisance, he is so stupidly persistent. For some weeks now he has been coming time after time, trying to persuade me to engage him. Once when we were all out he had actually got into the garden and was on the point of beginning work when I returned. He said he saw the milkmen and the grocers leaving samples at the door so he thought that he would too!”
“A practical jester evidently. Is Mr Irons a local character?”
“He said that he knew the ground and the conditions round about here better than anyone else in Groat’s Heath,” she replied. “Modesty is not among Mr Irons’s handicaps. He said that he——How curious!”
“What is, Mrs Bellmark?”
“I never connected the two men before, but he said that he had been gardener at Fountain Court for seven years.”
“Another family retainer who is evidently attached to the soil.”
“At all events they have not prospered equally, for while Mr Johns seems able to take a nice house, poor Irons is willing to work for half-a-crown a day, and I am told that all the other men charge four shillings.”