"Such a man as he is worthy of it."
"I'll take your word for it. You are something of an expert in such matters! But one thing I strongly advise you to do: keep the garden attached to the house at your own disposition."
"Why?"
"That you may have it planted full of cherry-trees. I know the natural history of the Calvinist-schoolmaster species. I know that what once he has promised he always performs. I also know the natural history of the lady with the eyes like the sea, and it is my belief that you will frequently give occasion for the employment of cherry-tree stems."
At this the fair lady sprang from her chair, boiling over with rage.
"What a gross monster it is! Poet indeed! A pedantic lout is what I call you! They've done very well to lock you up. This is the last time that we shall ever talk to each other."
And with that she went, or rather flounced, away.
But I gave a great sigh of relief.
"May she keep her word, and never, never come back again!" I said.