We felt that for such a purpose, almost sacred as it were, one would want as little bargaining as possible." "Oh, none at all," assented Mr.Fyshe.
"Our feeling was," went on Mr.Furlong, "that if the city wanted our land for the cemetery extension, it might have it at its own figure--four hundred thousand, half a million, in fact at absolutely any price, from four hundred thousand up, that they cared to put on it.
We didn't regard it as a commercial transaction at all.

Our reward lay merely in the fact of selling it to them." "Exactly," said Mr.Fyshe, "and of course your land was more desirable from every point of view.

Schwefeldampf's ground is encumbered with a growth of cypress and evergreens and weeping willows which make it quite unsuitable for an up-to-date cemetery; whereas yours, as I remember it, is bright and open--a loose sandy soil with no trees and very little grass to overcome." "Yes," said Mr.Furlong.

"We thought, too, that our ground, having the tanneries and the chemical factory along the farther side of it, was an ideal place for--" he paused, seeking a mode of expressing his thought.
"For the dead," said Mr.Fyshe, with becoming reverence.

And after this conversation Mr.Fyshe and Mr.Furlong senior understood one another absolutely in regard to the new movement.
It was astonishing in fact how rapidly the light spread.
"Is Rasselyer-Brown with us ?" asked someone of Mr.Fyshe a few days later.
"Heart and soul," answered Mr.Fyshe.