0:00 CHAPTER 61.
0:18 How a Gardener May Get Rid of the Dormice that eat his peaches not on the same night as he had intended but the Count reached the Tower of Montalherry,
0:46 situated, as every one knows, upon the highest point of the plain of that name.
0:52 At the foot of the hill the Count dismounted and began to ascend by a little winding path,
0:57 about eighteen inches wide. When he had reached the summit he found himself stopped by a hedge,
1:04 upon which green fruit had seceded to red and white flowers.
1:10 Monte Cristo looked for the entrance to the enclosure,
1:14 and was not long in finding a little wooden gate,
1:17 working on willow hinges, and fastened with a nail and string.
1:21 The Count soon mastered the mechanism, the gate opened,
1:25 and he then found himself in a
1:26 little garden, about twenty feet long by twelve wide, bounded on one side by part of the hedge,
1:33 which contained the ingenious contrivance we have called a gate. On the other, by the old tower,
1:40 covered with ivy and studded with wall-flowers, no one would have thought, in looking at this old,
1:46 weather-beaten, floral-decked tower, which might be likened to an elderly dame dressed up to receive
1:53 her grandchildren at a birthday feast, that it would have been capable of telling strange things,
1:58 if, in addition to the menacing ears which the Proverbs say all walls are provided with it had also a voice the garden was crossed by a path of red gravel edged by a border of thick box of many years growth and of a tone and color that would have delighted the shape of the figure of eight, thus, in its windings, making a walk of sixty feet in a garden of only twenty.
2:31 Never had Flora, the fresh and smiling goddess of gardeners, been honored with a purer or more scrupulous worship than that which was paid to her in this little enclosure. In fact, of the twenty rose-trees which formed the partire,
2:47 not one bore the mark of the slug, nor were there evidences anywhere of the clustering aphis which
2:54 is so destructive to plants growing in a damp soil. And yet it was not because the damp had
3:00 been excluded from the garden. The earth, black as soot, the thick foliage of the trees
3:06 betrayed its presence.
3:08 Besides, had natural humidity been wanting, it could have been immediately supplied by
3:14 artificial means, thanks to a tank of water, sunk in one of the corners of the garden,
3:20 and upon which were stationed a frog and a toad who from antipathy no doubt always remained on the two opposite sides of the basin
3:31 there was not a blade of grass to be seen in the paths or a weed in the flower-beds no fine lady ever trained and watered her geraniums her cacti and her rhodendrons, with more pains than this hitherto unseen gardener
3:46 bestowed upon his little enclosure. Monte Cristo stopped after having closed the gate,
3:52 and fastened the string to the nail, and cast a look around.
3:57 The man at the telegraph, said he, must either engage a gardener, or devote himself passionately
4:04 to agriculture. Suddenly he struck against something crouching behind a wheel-barrel filled with leaves the something rose uttering an exclamation of astonishment plucking strawberries, which he was placing upon grape-leaves. He had twelve leaves, and about as
4:26 many strawberries, which, on rising suddenly, he let fall from his hand.
4:32 "'You are gathering your crops, sir?' said Monte Cristo, smiling.
4:36 "'Excuse me, sir,' replied the man, raising his hand to his cap.
4:40 "'I am not up there, I know, but I have only just come down.'
4:45 "'Do not let me interfere with you in anything, my friend, said the Count.
4:50 Gather your strawberries, if, indeed, there are any left.
4:54 I have ten left, said the man, for here are eleven, and I had twenty-one, five more than last year.
5:02 But I am not surprised. The spring has been warm this year and strawberries require heat sir this is the reason that instead of the sixteen i had last year i have this year you see eleven already plucked twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen 17, 18. Ah, I missed three. They were here last night. Sir, I am sure they were here.
5:29 I counted them. It must be the Mary Simon's son who has stolen them. I saw him strolling
5:35 about here this morning. Ah, the young rascal! Stealing in a garden! He does not know where
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