go to Manchester. I have plans, but I must not speak of them for the
moment."

"I had hoped so to hear you speak to-night," she murmured, and her face
fell.

They stood together at the door and looked out across the green
tree-tops towards the city.

"The time has gone by for speeches," he said quietly. "Perhaps before
very long you may hear greater things than words."

They hurried off--Julia to the factory, Aaron to a typewriting depot in
New Oxford Street. At the corner of the Square they parted.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked.

His face was all aglow.

"Satisfied! Julia, you told me nothing! He is wonderful--splendid!"

She climbed on to a 'bus with a little smile upon her lips. The long
day's work before her seemed like a holiday task. Then she laughed
softly as she found herself repeating her brother's fervid words:

"Maraton has come!"



CHAPTER VI