About a couple of hours later the Doctor was down in his garden with a
large note-book in his hand, a pen behind his ear, and an exciseman's
ink-bottle suspended by a piece of silk ribbon to his button-hole.
Every now and then, as he walked up and down the gravel walk, he stopped
to gaze away south at the lovely prospect, his eyes resting longest on a
magnificent clump of fir trees which grew just beyond the bottom of the
grounds, and hid from sight some very, shabby sand pits, which had
something to do with the place being called "Sandleighs."
They were splendid old trees, every one having grown straight and clean,
for the sandy soil suited them, and a timber merchant would have looked
at them longingly, and thought what fine sticks of timber they were, and
what fine broad planks they would make if borne to a saw-mill.
Veronica was busy too, but not too busy to run to her father from time
to time, as she saw that he took his pen from behind his ear, dipped it,
and carefully wrote some note for his work. This note he would read
aloud to her, and ask her opinion; after which Veronica hurried back to
her work, pricking her fingers in spite of her thick gloves, as she
carefully went over her rose trees to free them from the enemies with
which they swarmed.
Close at hand, upon his knees, which were protected by an old mat, was
Thomas, the old gardener, who was diligently extracting little tufts of
weed from the gravel walk, and making observations to his young mistress
as he went on.
"Make a deal o' fuss at the Manor 'bout her ladyship's roses; but they
ain't nowt to yourn."
"Indeed!"
"Nowt, 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
dear. I thought I could cow him."
"Yes, papa; but how can you ever be friends at the Manor now?"
"Eh? Denis? Humph! I never thought of that," said the Doctor, passing
his arm round his child, and walking with her slowly up the lawn,
passing Thomas, who, as soon as the encounter was over, slipped back
from where he had been watching it, and was now extracting weeds at a
furious rate, chuckling to himself, and with his opinion of his master
wonderfully heightened, while he thought of how he would tell them at
the "Half-Moon" at night about the way in which the Doctor had taken his
lordship down.
"Humph!" muttered the Doctor, "how can we be friends at the Manor now?
Very, my dear, have I made a mistake? No. I must bring him to his
senses. This has been too much to bear."
Veronica looked wonderingly at the stern, commanding face before her;
but she could not help her own trouble, and the countenance of Denis
Rolleston creeping in like a dissolving view, which grew plainer and
plainer, and then died out again, her vision being blurred by tears.