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〃You do？〃 shouted Grimes； and leaving Tom； he climbed up over the wall； and faced the woman。 Tom thought he was going to strike her； but she looked him too full and fierce in the face for that。
〃Yes； I was there；〃 said the Irishwoman quietly。
〃You are no Irishwoman； by your speech；〃 said Grimes； after many bad words。
〃Never mind who I am。 I saw what I saw； and if you strike that boy again； I can tell what I know。〃
Grimes seemed quite cowed； and got on his donkey without another word。
〃Stop！〃 said the Irishwoman。 〃I have one more word for you both； for you will both see me again before all is over。 Those that wish to be clean； clean they will be； and those that wish to be foul； foul they will be。 Remember。〃
And she turned away； and through a gate into the meadow。 Grimes stood still a moment； like a man who had been stunned。 Then he rushed after her； shouting； 〃You come back。〃 But when he got into the meadow； the woman was not there。
Had she hidden away？ There was no place to hide in。 But Grimes looked about； and Tom also； for he was as puzzled as Grimes himself at her disappearing so suddenly； but look where they would； she was not there。
Grimes came back again； as silent as a post； for he was a little frightened； and； getting on his donkey； filled a fresh pipe； and smoked away； leaving Tom in peace。
And now they had gone three miles and more； and came to Sir John's lodge…gates。
Very grand lodges they were； with very grand iron gates and stone gate…posts； and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy； all teeth； horns； and tail； which was the crest which Sir John's ancestors wore in the Wars of the Roses； and very prudent men they were to wear it； for all their enemies must have run for their lives at the very first sight of them。
Grimes rang at the gate； and out came a keeper on the spot； and opened。
〃I was told to expect thee；〃 he said。 〃Now thou'lt be so good as to keep to the main avenue； and not let me find a hare or a rabbit on thee when thou comest back。 I shall look sharp for one； I tell thee。〃
〃Not if it's in the bottom of the soot…bag；〃 quoth Grimes； and at that he laughed； and the keeper laughed and said：
〃If that's thy sort； I may as well walk up with thee to the hall。〃
〃I think thou best had。 It's thy business to see after thy game； man； and not mine。〃
So the keeper went with them； and； to Tom's surprise； he and Grimes chatted together all the way quite pleasantly。 He did not know that a keeper is only a poacher turned outside in； and a poacher a keeper turned inside out。
They walked up a great lime avenue； a full mile long； and between their stems Tom peeped trembling at the horns of the sleeping deer； which stood up among the ferns。 Tom had never seen such enormous trees； and as he looked up he fancied that the blue sky rested on their heads。 But he was puzzled very much by a strange murmuring noise； which followed them all the way。 So much puzzled； that at last he took courage to ask the keeper what it was。
He spoke very civilly； and called him Sir； for he was horribly afraid of him； which pleased the keeper； and he told him that they were the bees about the lime flowers。
〃What are bees？〃 asked Tom。
〃What make honey。〃
〃What is honey？〃 asked Tom。
〃Thou hold thy noise；〃 said Grimes。
〃Let the boy be；〃 said the keeper。 〃He's a civil young chap now； and that's more than he'll be long if he bides with thee。〃
Grimes laughed； for he took that for a compliment。
〃I wish I were a keeper；〃 said Tom； 〃to live in such a beautiful place； and wear green velveteens； and have a real dog…whistle at my button； like you。〃
The keeper laughed； he was a kind…hearted fellow enough。
〃Let well alone； lad； and ill too at times。 Thy life's safer than mine at all events； eh； Mr。 Grimes？〃
And Grimes laughed again； and then the two men began talking； quite low。 Tom could hear； though； that it was about some poaching fight； and at last Grimes said surlily； 〃Hast thou anything against me？〃
〃Not now。〃
〃Then don't ask me any questions till thou hast； for I am a man of honour。〃
And at that they both laughed again； and thought it a very good joke。
And by this time they were come up to the great iron gates in front of the house； and Tom stared through them at the rhododendrons and azaleas； which were all in flower； and then at the house itself； and wondered how many chimneys there were in it； and how long ago it was built； and what was the man's name that built it； and whether he got much money for his job？
These last were very difficult questions to answer。 For Harthover had been built at ninety different times； and in nineteen different styles； and looked as if somebody had built a whole street of houses of every imaginable shape； and then stirred them together with a spoon。
For the attics were Anglo…Saxon。 The third door Norman。 The second Cinque…cento。 The first…floor Elizabethan。 The right wing Pure Doric。 The centre Early English； with a huge portico copied from the Parthenon。 The left wing pure Boeotian； which the country folk admired most of all； became it was just like the new barracks in the town； only three times as big。 The grand staircase was copied from the Catacombs at Rome。 The back staircase from the Tajmahal at Agra。 This was built by Sir John's great…great…great…uncle； who won； in Lord Clive's Indian Wars； plenty of money； plenty of wounds； and no more taste than his betters。 The cellars were copied from the caves of Elephanta。 The offices from the Pavilion at Brighton。
And the rest from nothing in heaven； or earth； or under the earth。
So that Harthover House was a great puzzle to antiquarians； and a thorough Naboth's vineyard to critics； and architects； and all persons who like meddling with other men's business； and spending other men's money。 So they were all setting upon poor Sir John； year after year； and trying to talk him into spending a hundred thousand pounds or so； in building； to please them and not himself。 But he always put them off； like a canny North…countryman as he was。 One wanted him to build a Gothic house； but he said he was no Goth； and another to build an Elizabethan； but he said he lived under good Queen Victoria； and not good Queen Bess； and another was bold enough to tell him that his house was ugly； but he said he lived inside it； and not outside； and another； that there was no unity in it； but he said that that was just why he liked the old place。 For he liked to see how each Sir John； and Sir Hugh； and Sir Ralph； and Sir Randal； had left his mark upon the place； each after his own taste； and he had no more notion of disturbing his ancestors' work than of disturbing their graves。 For now the house looked like a real live house； that had a history； and had grown and grown as the world grew； and that it was only an upstart fellow who did not know who his own grandfather was； who would change it for some spick and span new Gothic or Elizabethan thing； which looked as if it bad been all spawned in a night； as mushrooms are。 From which you may collect （if you have wit enough） that Sir John was a very sound…headed； sound…hearted squire； and just the man to keep the country side i