“Ha!” said Sir Hampton, and they went a little farther.
“Those Wellingtonias are not growing, Sanders.”
“Two foot this year,” said the gardener.
“That’s very slow.”
“Fast,” said the gardener.
“Fast, Sir Hampton,” said the knight.
“Fast, Sir Hampton,” said the gardener, corrected again.
“Er-rum! Ah! This won’t do. This clump must be moved farther to the right,” said Sir Hampton, pointing to a cluster of shrubs.
“Kill ’em,” said Sanders.
“Then we’ll set more,” said the knight; and he went on to the farthest entrance of the garden, and the paths cut through the plantation, with a general desire exhibited in his every act, that as he had, so to speak, made the place and planted the grounds, it was absolutely necessary that he should have all the trees pulled up at stated intervals, to see how the roots were getting along.