And the garden was fair with humble flowers--pinks, sweet-williams, crimson nasturtiums, double daisies, lilies, and tulips; but flower beds shared the garden with friendly cabbages, potatoes, onions, carrots, and asparagus.
To this humble but pleasant abode Hope conducted his daughter, and insisted upon her lying down on the sofa in the sitting-room.

Then he ordered the woman who kept the house for him to prepare the spare bedroom, which looked into the garden, and to cut some of the sweet-smelling flowers.

He himself had much to say to his daughter, and, above all, to demand her explanation of the awkward circumstances that had been just revealed.

But she had received a great shock, and, like most manly men, he had a great consideration for the weakness of women, and his paternal heart said, "Let her have an hour or two of absolute repose before I subject her to any trial whatever." So he opened the window to give her air, enjoining her most strictly not to move, and even to go to sleep if she could; and then he put on his shooting coat, with large inside pocket, to go and buy her a little wine--a thing he never touched himself--and what other humble delicacies the village afforded.
He walked briskly away from his door without the least idea that all his movements were watched from a hiding-place upon his own premises, no other than the great oak-tree, hollow and open at the back, in which Leonard Monckton had bored two peep-holes, and was now ensconced there watching him.
Hope had not gone many yards from his own door when he was confronted by one of those ruffians who, by their way of putting it, are the eternal butt of iniquitous people and iniquitous things, namely, honest men, curse them! and the law, confound it! This was no other than that Ben Burnley, who, being a miner, had stuck half-way between Devonshire and Durham, and had been some months in Bartley's mine.

He opened on Hope in a loud voice, and dialect which we despair of conveying with absolute accuracy.
"Mr.Hope, sir, they won't let me go down t' mine." "No; you're discharged." "Who by ?" "By me." "What for ?" "For smoking in the mine, in spite of three warnings." "Me smoking in t' mine! Who telt you yon lie ?" "You were seen to pick the lock of your Davylamp, and that put the mine in danger.