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We
could
say
no
more
,
for
the
old
man
had
joined
us
.
“
You
want
me
for
something
,
monsieur
?
”
“
Yes
.
You
have
been
gardener
here
a
long
time
,
haven
’
t
you
?
”
“
Twenty
-
four
years
,
monsieur
.
”
“
And
your
name
is
—
?
”
“
Auguste
,
monsieur
.
”
“
I
was
admiring
these
magnificent
geraniums
.
They
are
truly
superb
.
They
have
been
planted
long
?
”
“
Some
time
,
monsieur
.
But
of
course
,
to
keep
the
beds
looking
smart
,
one
must
keep
bedding
out
a
few
new
plants
,
and
remove
those
that
are
over
,
besides
keeping
the
old
blooms
well
picked
off
.
”
“
You
put
in
some
new
plants
yesterday
,
didn
’
t
you
?
Those
in
the
middle
there
,
and
in
the
other
bed
also
?
”
“
Monsieur
has
a
sharp
eye
.
It
takes
always
a
day
or
so
for
them
to
‘
pick
up
.
’
Yes
,
I
put
ten
new
plants
in
each
bed
last
night
.
As
Monsieur
doubtless
knows
,
one
should
not
put
in
plants
when
the
sun
is
hot
.
”
