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Pemberton, Winifred's aunt. He had mentioned me to her, so when I went to Allway she asked me to come to see her. She was a wonderful old lady." "Like her niece?" Wilson queried. Bartley laughed. "She had been very handsome, but not in Winifred's way.
She had not spoken hitherto. "You won't give up 'Clorinda'?" she asked. Joan had intended to do so, but something in Mary's voice caused her, against her will, to change her mind. "Of course not," she answered. "I shall run them both. It will be like writing Jekyll and Hyde." "What will you sign yourself?" he asked. "My own name, I think," she said. "Joan Allway."
"And you don't forget our compact, do you?" he continued, "that I am to be your backer. I want to be in it too." She shot a glance at him. He was looking at the portrait of that old Ironside Allway who had fought and died to make a nobler England, as he had dreamed.
A grim, unprepossessing gentleman, unless the artist had done him much injustice, with high, narrow forehead, and puzzled, staring eyes. She took the cigarette from her lips and her voice trembled a little. "I want you to be something more to me than that, sir," she said. "I want to feel that I'm an Allway, fighting for the things we've always had at heart. I'll try and be worthy of the name."
"Yes, for a few weeks only. There's a meeting of British engineers, and I'm doing another bridge in Canada, you know." "Oh, every one knows about that. And it was in Canada that you met your wife, wasn't it?" "Yes, at Allway. She was visiting her great-aunt there. A most remarkable old lady.
My Sister Sleeps in the Best Room as she allways Did and the Coock in the garret and you Can have the Rooms the same as you allways Did as your Aunt Donte set in the Parlour She Continlery Sets in the Ciching. your Aunt says she Cannot Part from the dog know hows and She Says he will not hurt you for he is Like a Child and I can safeley say My Self he wonte hurt you as She Cannot Sleep in the Room With out him as he allWay Sleep in the Same Room as She Dose. your Aunt is agreeable to Git in What Coles and Wood you Wish for I am know happy to say your Aunt is in as Good health as ever She Was and She is happy to hear you are Both Well your Aunt Wishes for Ancer By Return of Post."
"Oh, there were times," answered Joan, "when she was more like her old self again. But I don't think she ever quite got over it. Unless it was towards the end," she added. "They told me she seemed much better for a little while before she died. I was away at Cambridge at the time." "Poor dear lady," he said, "all those years! And poor Jack Allway." He seemed to be talking to himself.
How would you like to go to Girton and be a B.A. like Miss Allway?" she asked, turning to the child. Phillips's entrance saved the need of a reply. To the evident surprise of his wife he was in evening clothes. "Hulloa. You've got 'em on," she said. He laughed. "I shall have to get used to them sooner or later," he said. Joan felt relieved she hardly knew why that he bore the test.
Daddy had his silly politics to think and talk about. He must worry them out alone; or with the assistance of Miss Allway. That was what she was there for. Mrs. Phillips, torn between her sense of duty and fear of losing this new happiness, would yield to the child's coaxing. Often they would be left alone to discuss the nation's needs uninterrupted.
"'A little bird whispers to me that Robert Phillips was seen walking across Richmond Park the other afternoon in company with Miss Joan Allway, formerly one of our contributors. Is that going to end his political career?" retorted Joan with fine sarcasm. Flossie fixed a relentless eye upon her. "He'll wait till the bird has got a bit more than that to whisper to him," she suggested.
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