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Her mother was in blue stockingette and a brown study; her father in a white felt hat and the vinery. Neither of them had a word to throw to a dog. 'Is it because of me? thought Fleur. 'Or because of Profond? To her mother she said: "What's the matter with Father?" Her mother answered with a shrug of her shoulders. To her father: "What's the matter with Mother?" Her father answered: "Matter?
In the other, the gardener's lad flung a stone at a blackbird on the wall above the vinery, and Master Lance, who I fancy did not like the gardener's lad, flung one through the glass. Geoffrey, who was angry, but had not seen what I saw, haled the boy before him, and Lance looked him in the face and lied with the assurance of an ambassador.
She told me how she had shocked them by smoking cigarettes in the back garden, and pronounced a gratuitous conviction that I of all people would have been no less scandalised! That was in the uttermost vinery, and in another minute two Sullivans were in full blast under the vines.
"Oh, that's your game, is it!" said Dan'l. "But it won't do, my fine fellow. Now, are you coming down?" No reply. Dan'l reflected. If he went off to fetch the ladder from the stable-yard, the boy would slide down the top of the vinery and escape. That would not do.
Barebone rode on, alone, through the deserted vineyards, of which the scent, like that of a vinery in colder lands, was heavy and damp. The road runs straight, from point to point, and there was no chance of missing the way or losing his companions. He was more concerned with watching the clouds, which were rising in dark towers against the western sky.
I do wonder about the flowers, because they are just as much alive as people or animals." Turning over this problem in her mind, she went slowly down the garden to Peter, who was at work again in his beloved vinery. "Peter," she said, "do you think that flowers and trees and vegetables are ever naughty?" The old man paused in his work and scratched his head thoughtfully.
"Yes, sir," said Dan'l; and he went off grumbling, while the doctor seized the prop, and went into the vinery. "Are you much hurt, Dexter?" said Helen sympathisingly. "I d'know," he replied. "It hurts a bit. I slipped, and went through." "Now, sir, keep your legs still," cried the doctor from inside, as he raised the prop.
From this they saw him reach the big wall against which the vinery was built, and there he sat for a few moments motionless. "Why, who is he?" said Peter, in a whisper. "He went up that vinery just like a monkey." Peter had never seen a monkey go up the roof of a vinery, but Dan'l did not notice that. "Hold your row," said Dan'l, in a low voice; "don't speak, and we'll ketch my nabs.
Much attention was given to these plants about fifty years ago, for Sir E. Antrobus is said to have exhibited specimens with from 200 to 300 flowers each. I have been informed that an extremely large plant of this Cereus, producing hundreds of flowers every season, is grown on the back wall of a vinery at the Grange, Barnet, the residence of Sir Charles Nicholson, Bart."
In those days a well-served chapel was something like a good vinery in our own, an opportunity for display and the source of mild enjoyments. There was probably something of his rooted delight in pageantry, as well as a good deal of gentle piety, in the feelings with which Charles gave dinner every Friday to thirteen poor people, served them himself, and washed their feet with his own hands.
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