Part 34 (2/2)
This was enough, and Reilly did not allow his amba.s.sadress to leave him without substantial marks of his bounty also.
When the old squire went to his study, he desired the gardener to be sent for, and when that individual entered, he found his master in a towering pa.s.sion.
”What is the reason, Malcomson,” said he, ”that the garden is in such a shameful state? I declare to G.o.d it is scandalous.”
”Ou, your honor,” replied Malcomson, who was a Scotchman, ”e'en because you will not allow me an under gerdener. No one man could manage your gerden, and it canna be managed without some clever chiel, what understands the sceence.”
”The what?”
”The sceence, your honor.”
”Why, confound you, sir, what science is necessary in gardening?”
”I tell your honor that the management of a gerden requires baith skeel and knowledge, and feelosophy.”
”Why, confound you, sir, again, what kind of doctrine is this?”
”It's vera true doctrine, sir. You have large and s.p.a.cious green-hooses, and I wad want some one to a.s.sist me wha understands b.u.t.tany.”
”b.u.t.tony--b.u.t.tony--why, confound you, sirra, send for a tailor, then, for he understands b.u.t.tony.”
”I see your honor is detarmined to indulge in a jocular spirit the day.
The truth is, your honor, I hae no men to a.s.sist me but common laborers, who are athegether ignorant of gerdening; now, if I had a man who could direct the operations--”
”Operations! curse your Scotch impudence, do you think yourself a general?”
”Na, na, sir; but a better man; and I tell ye that I winna remain in your service unless I get an a.s.sistant; and I say that, if it were-na for the aid of Miss Folliard, I wouldna been able to keep the green-hoose e'en in its present state. She has trailed the pa.s.sionflower wi' her ain hands until it is nouris.h.i.+ng. Then she has a beautiful little plot of forget-me-nots; but, above a', it wad do your honor's heart gude to see the beautiful bed she has of sweet-william and love-lies-bleeding.”
”Ay, ay! love-lies-bleeding; no doubt but she'll take care of that.
Well, go and get an under-gardener wherever you can, and let my garden be, at all events, such as a stranger can walk through, and such as becomes my name and property. Engage such a person, give him whatever you consider fair wages, and the house-steward will pay him weekly.
These are matters I can't trouble myself with now-I have other things to think of.”
On the day mentioned in _Cooleen Bawn's_ message, Reilly hazarded a visit to the squire's house, and after giving a single knock, begged to see the cook. The porter having looked at him with the usual contempt which menials of his cla.s.s bestow upon poor persons, went down to the kitchen with a good deal of reluctance, and told the cook, with a grin, that one of his relations wanted to see him.
”Well,” replied Lanigan, who had been made aware of the intended visit, ”it's wonderful, in these hard times, the number of respectable but reduced families that's goin' about. What kind of a gentleman is he, John? because I am very busy now. To be sure there is a great deal of cold vittles left, that would be lost and destroyed if we didn't give them to the poor; and you know the masther, who is a charitable man, desired us to do so. I'll go up and see what the poor devil wants.”
He accordingly went up to the hall-door, and found Reilly there. It was to no purpose that he had been already apprised of his disguise--it was so complete that he did not know him--his beard was half an inch long; and, besides, Reilly, knowing the risk he ran in this daring adventure, had discolored his complexion with some wash that gave it the tinge of a mulatto. The cook was thunderstruck.
”Well, my good fellow,” said he, not in the slightest degree recognizing him, ”what do you want with me?”
”Lanigan,” replied Reilly, ”don't you know me?”
”Know you! how the devil should I know you?--I never saw you before.
What do you want with me?”
”Lanigan,” whispered the other, ”did you never hear of w.i.l.l.y Reilly?”
”Yes, I did; have you any message from him?”
”I am the man myself,” said Reilly, ”but you don't know me, I am so completely disguised. Don't you know my voice?”
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