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I and my wife and Katharin our dowghter dyned with the Lord Keper at Kew.

Here an expert from Kew had been turned loose, and had made a wonderful wild garden, in which patches of red-hot pokers and godetia and Hyacinthus candicans shone against the darker carpet of the heather.

For a whole fortnight, from early morning till seven in the evening, rain or shine, they had sat in Kew Gardens and rehearsed the ways of Latchetts and Clare, the histories of Ashbys and Ledinghams, the lie of a land he had never seen.

It was the bird, the myna or whatever it was, the one that belonged to Horris Kew.

It suffices here to state that many of the treasures of Kew Gardens were first introduced to English flower lovers by him, and that out of his collections of seeds grew Brassey House, whose seeds are welcomed the world over wherever gardens grow.

I went through a shrubbery, and along a passage beside a big house standing in its own grounds, and so emerged upon the road towards Kew.

It grew into a fine plant but died before flowering: it was sent to Kew and pronounced to be certainly a Geranium, and in all probability the abovenamed species.

On the Kew Road it was, in the deconsecrated church that had once housed the piano museum.

As it appeared probable that this plant would capture a greater number of animals in its native country than under culture, I obtained permission to remove small portions of the rhizomes from dried specimens in the herbarium at Kew.

As he lay squirming and shifting in the dark, listening to Bunion breathe easily next to him, Landover's Court Scribe promised himself that one day soon there would be a reckoning for all this, and that when that day came he would make certain that Horris Kew, his bird, and that black-cloaked stranger got what was coming to them.

Now Admiral the Earl of Blazey spent all his time in retirement at St Kew, happily being the squire, and also the Lord Lieutenant of Cornwall and Custos Rotulorum.

Kew Hall, and probably guillotining his father for being both an earl and an admiral.

Six weeks later, in the Palm House at Kew Gardens, he asked her to marry him, and she accepted.

I could not have carried on without the following galleries, museums, and archival sources and their staffs: Paul Johnson, Hugh Alexander, Kate Herst, Clea Relly, and David Humphries of the Public Record Office, Kew.

I left no quarter unremembered, taking a train of eight vehicles, now drawn by three motors, with which I visited West Ham and Kew, Finchley and Clapham, Dalston and Marylebone.