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.