We were talking of the man whom my mother one day caused to exist, and created gardener at Saint-Omer. She gave him a name. Henceforth he acted.I beg your pardon, sir? said Monsieur Goubin, wiping his eye-glasses. Do you mind saying that over again?Willingly, replied Monsieur Bergeret. There was no gardener. The gardener did not exist. My mother said: 'I expect the gardener!' Straightway the gardener existed—and acted.
