Kedgers knew that a Mr.Timson, with a regiment of under gardeners, and daily increasing knowledge of his profession, could continue to direct, though years rolled by.

But to such fortune he had not dared to aspire.
One of the lodges might be put in order for him to live in.

He might have the hothouses to put in order, too; he might have implements, plants, shrubs, even some of the newer books to consult.

Kedgers' brain reeled.
"You--think I am to be trusted, miss ?" he said more than once.

"You think it would be all right?
I wasn't even second or third under Mr.
Timson--but--if I say it as shouldn't--I never lost a chance of learning things.