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miss. You see that this guaney jooce as I waters ’em with is reg’lar hessence, and I saves it up. Seven gard’ners, ’cloodin’ a boy, they keeps there; but they can’t touch us in roses, miss.”

      Chod!

      “What’s that?” said Veronica, looking up as a peculiar sound struck her ear.

      Chud! Then chad! and directly after, chod!

      Thomas was kneeling bolt upright now, and took off his very shabby cap, and began from habit to scratch his head with the blunt point of the old weed knife.

      “Don’t you hear, Thomas?” cried Veronica, keeping a rose grub in suspense between her finger and thumb; and as she spoke the sounds came at regular intervals.

      “Ay, miss: sounds like some ’un a choppin’ ’ard.”

      “Ah!” ejaculated Veronica, as she caught sight of a couple of men through an opening in the shrubbery at the bottom of the lawn, and she ran to where her father was busily writing down a note, speaking aloud as he went on.

      “In the half-ruined capsule – ”

      “Papa!”

      “One moment, my dear. ‘The sun causes the outer covering to contract, and assume the form of a shiny and – ’”

      “Papa, they’re cutting down those beautiful old trees.”

      “What!” cried the Doctor, turning in the direction of the clump. “Oh no; it must be a mistake.”

      Chod! A tremendous chop.

      “By Gladstone!” he roared; and, thrusting his book into his pocket, he ran down the lawn, and, leaping the hedge, passed through to the open, furzy piece of land, where, full in view now, two men were plying their woodmen’s axes rapidly, and making the white chips fly as a ghastly notch began to appear in the side of one of the outer trees.

      “Hi! what are you doing?” roared the Doctor, just as Veronica reached the bottom and looked over.

      The two men stopped, and rested the heads of their axes on the ground as they grinned.

      “Cuttin’ down the trees, sir,” said one of the men.

      “What! By whose orders?”

      “Lordship’s, sir. Sent us up, and he’s comin’ hisself soon.”

      “Do you mean to say that his lordship gave orders for this beautiful clump of trees to be cut down?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “But it will disfigure the estate horribly.”

      “Well, sir, my mate and the head gardener said as it were a pity.”

      “Oh, it’s a mistake, man. You are cutting down the wrong trees.”

      “Nay, sir; these here’s right. Lordship said bottom o’ the Sandleighs garden. Can’t be no mistake about that.”

      “Then it’s an insult to me,” said the Doctor furiously; “and it shall not be done. Here, come away directly.”

      The men looked at one another, and smiled uneasily.

      “Do you hear? I say it shall not be done.”

      “But his lordship said – ”

      “Something his lordship!” roared the Doctor. “You strike a blow, either of you, again on one of those trees, and I’ll strike you. There!”

      “Papa!” cried Veronica from the garden; but the Doctor was too angry to hear that or anything else.

      “Beg pardon, sir, here is his lordship,” whispered one of the men; and Lord Pinemount came cantering up over the short turf and furze.

      “Here, what’s the meaning of this?” he cried. “Why are you not going on with your work? Two of these trees ought to be down by now. Who is this man?”

      He had so far ignored the Doctor; and as Veronica saw the impending collision she tried to get through the hedge, but stuck fast.

      The Doctor flushed, but spoke very quietly, as he raised his hat.

      “Lord Pinemount, I believe?” he said.

      “Yes,” said Lord Pinemount. “Who the devil are you? How dare you trespass on my grounds and delay my workpeople?”

      The Doctor’s lips worked under his stiff beard, and he could not speak for a moment.

      “Do you hear me, sir? Be off!” cried his lordship, who was pale with rage. “You men get on with your job.”

      The men touched their hats, spat in their hands, and swung up their axes; and Veronica saw things through a mist, but started as much as Lord Pinemount did, for the Doctor roared, in a voice of thunder, —

      “Stop!”

      And the men stopped.

      “How dare you!” cried his lordship, white now with fury. “What the devil do you mean? Of all the insolence! Go on, men, at once; and as for you, sir, I have already instructed the police for your destruction of my property. Now I shall proceed against you for trespass.”

      “Stop!” roared the Doctor again, as the men swung up their axes; and Veronica turned cold, and felt as if her delightful love-dream was at an end.

      Lord Pinemount dragged his horse’s head round, and rode closer to the Doctor.

      “What do you mean, fellow?” he roared.

      “Have the goodness to recollect that you are addressing a gentleman. Stop those men. I will not have my property disfigured by these trees being cut down.”

      “Oh, papa, papa!” sighed Veronica.

      “What, you dare!” cried his lordship. “Your property – disfigured!”

      “Then I will not have the Manor disfigured by that timber being taken down.”

      “Are you mad?” yelled his lordship.

      “No, sir; but from your display of temper, and your insulting language, I presume that you are,” said the Doctor, who grew more cool and dignified as his lordship became incoherent with passion. “Have the goodness to remember that you hold this estate upon certain conditions, and that you have no right to impoverish or destroy. I say that your action now would injure this property as well as mine beyond that hedge. Cut down a single tree more, and I’ll make you smart for it in a way in which you little expect. Now order your workpeople off home, and – No: cut down that disfigured tree now, and grub up the stump. But if you touch another, Lord Pinemount, you will have to reckon with me. Go on, my lads, and be quick and get your hateful job done.”

      For a few minutes his lordship could not speak. Then, growing more incoherent minute by minute, —

      “Where is Mr Rolleston?” he cried.

      “Went round with the head-keeper, my lord,” said one of the men.

      “Blue cap spinney, I think, my lord,” ventured the second man.

      “Are we to cut down one tree, my lord?” said the first man, touching his hat.

      Lord Pinemount said something decidedly strong, drove his spurs into his horse’s side, and went off at a furious gallop; while the two men grinned, and, as if moved by one spirit, wiped their noses on their bare arms.

      “This here’s a rum game,” whispered one to the other.

      “Come, my lads,” cried the Doctor, “down with that tree, get the stump cut down and the chips cleared away by to-night, and I’ll give you five shillings for beer.”

      “Thankye, sir,” they cried in duet, and then set to work vigorously; while the Doctor, who looked very knowing and severe, went slowly back to where Veronica stood, pale and troubled.

      “Oh, papa dear!” she whispered, “what have you done?”

      “Given Lord Pinemount a lesson that he has needed for a long time, my

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