The Spanish Gardener Page #2

Excuse me.

Where's my father?

Your father left you in my care,

says you're to rest after your journey.

If you go back to your room

I'll bring your breakfast in.

Thank you.

Robinson Crusoe.

To my darling Nicky...

- Give it to me!

...on his eighth birthday

with love from Mommy.

Where is your mother?

- In Scotland.

Oh, wonderful country.

Why not here?

- She doesn't live with us any more.

Ring if you require anything.

It's certainly loud enough.

But servants are always

supposed to be deaf of course.

If you don't get a move on, Bob,

you're going to be late.

You're as bad as he is.

Be back at two o'clock precisely.

Now I have a surprise for

you, Mr. Harrington Brande.

I propose to be at least one minute late.

It's only his first day.

Give him time to relax.

But he won't relax.

He's a stuffed shirt. He's bent

double with the chips on his shoulder.

I suppose that's why he's here

and not someone more important.

Than we should be nice to him.

See you later.

- Bye.

Hello, Maria.

Carol, don't forget to ask

Maria about her boyfriend.

I won't.

Hello, Maria.

- Senora.

Maria, you've done it beautifully.

You know you'd make

a fortune in London.

Thank you, senora.

By the way, the new Consul wants

a gardener up at the Casa Breza.

We wondered if perhaps Jos...

- Yes, senora!

He's not working now, is he?

- No, senora.

And he's worked as a gardener before?

Indeed, senora. He's a very good gardener.

Well ask him to be up at the Casa

Breza at six o'clock this evening.

Mr. Brande'll see him when he

gets back from the consulate.

Thank you, senora.

Thank you for thinking of him.

What is your name?

Jos.

Jos Santero, senor.

And you are an expert gardener.

I can dig and hoe,

care for the soil, prune and plant.

But I am not so expert.

- I understood you had experience.

For three years I worked

in the Montaro vineyards.

But there is little work in the hills now.

Have you references?

Please?

A letter from an employer

to testify to your work.

We don't bother

about such things here, senor.

But if you care to ask

Diego Borgano of Montara,

I think he'll speak well of me.

I shall expect you

to work hard, you know.

The pay is 250 pesetas a week.

Do you agree?

I don't quarrel, senor.

Very good.

Be here at eight in the morning.

Thank you.

Father!

Will you help me to make a swing?

I'm afraid not, Nicholas.

It won't take it very long.

- I know, but I've got my work to do.

Remind me about it at the weekend.

Now you run along and play, and I'll

read to you later when you're in bed.

Well?

- I start tomorrow.

Oh, I knew you'd get it.

- How?

The senor could see at once

that you were a good gardener.

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