Nature Herself Too Slow
But the man had no notion how to wait; nature herself was too slow for him. In April, after he had planted in the terra-cotta pots outside his window seedling plants of mignonette and convolvulus, he would go and give them a little pull by their leaves to make them grow faster.
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Context: Axel on his uncle's impatience.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Chapter I