It will be
known as the Allway scheme. New ways will date from it."
She had thought it time for him to return indoors, but he pleaded for a
visit to his beloved roses. He prided himself on being always able to
pick roses on Christmas Day.
"This young man of yours," he asked, "what is he like?"
"Oh, just a Christian gentleman," she answered. "You will love him when
you know him."
He laughed. "And this new journal of his?" he asked. "It's got to be
published in London, hasn't it?"
She gave a slight start, for in their letters to one another they had
been discussing this very point.
"No," she answered, "it could be circulated just as well from, say,
Birmingham or Manchester."
He was choosing his roses. They held their petals wrapped tight round
them, trying to keep the cold from their brave hearts. In the warmth
they would open out and be gay, until the end.
"Not Liverpool?" he suggested.
"Or even Liverpool," she laughed.
They looked at one another, and then beyond the sheltering evergreens and
the wide lawns to where the great square house seemed to be listening.
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