Part 4 (2/2)
”Is it you who look after it?”
”Yes, sir; and I wish all relations took as much trouble about the dead as the young man who gave me my orders.”
After several turnings, the gardener stopped and said to me: ”Here we are.”
I saw before me a square of flowers which one would never have taken for a grave, if it had not been for a white marble slab bearing a name.
The marble slab stood upright, an iron railing marked the limits of the ground purchased, and the earth was covered with white camellias. ”What do you say to that?” said the gardener.
”It is beautiful.”
”And whenever a camellia fades, I have orders to replace it.”
”Who gave you the order?”
”A young gentleman, who cried the first time he came here; an old pal of hers, I suppose, for they say she was a gay one. Very pretty, too, I believe. Did you know her, sir?” ”Yes.”
”Like the other?” said the gardener, with a knowing smile. ”No, I never spoke to her.”
”And you come here, too! It is very good of you, for those that come to see the poor girl don't exactly c.u.mber the cemetery.”
”Doesn't anybody come?”
”n.o.body, except that young gentleman who came once.”
”Only once?”
”Yes, sir.”
”He never came back again?”
”No, but he will when he gets home.”
”He is away somewhere?”
”Yes.”
”Do you know where he is?”
”I believe he has gone to see Mlle. Gautier's sister.”
”What does he want there?”
”He has gone to get her authority to have the corpse dug up again and put somewhere else.”
”Why won't he let it remain here?”
”You know, sir, people have queer notions about dead folk. We see something of that every day. The ground here was only bought for five years, and this young gentleman wants a perpetual lease and a bigger plot of ground; it will be better in the new part.”
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