They walked in through a garden that always seemed to smell of roses , even when no roses were in bloom . There was a sisterhood of lilies at the gate and a ribbon of asters on either side of the broad walk , and a lacery of fir trees on the hill 's edge beyond the house . `` You have the whole world at your doorstep here , '' said John Meredith , with a long breath . `` What a view -- what an outlook ! At times I feel stifled down there in the Glen . You can breathe up here . '' `` It is calm to-night , '' said Rosemary laughing . `` If there were a wind it would blow your breath away . We get ` a ' the airts the wind can blow ' up here . This place should be called Four Winds instead of the Harbour . '' `` I like wind , '' he said . `` A day when there is no wind seems to me DEAD . A windy day wakes me up . '' He gave a conscious laugh . `` On a calm day I fall into day dreams . No doubt you know my reputation , Miss West . If I cut you dead the next time we meet do n't put it down to bad manners . Please understand that it is only abstraction and forgive me -- and speak to me . '' They found Ellen West in the sitting room when they went in . She laid her glasses down on the book she had been reading and looked at them in amazement tinctured with something else .
But she shook hands amiably with Mr. Meredith and he sat down and talked to her , while XXXXX hunted out his book .
Harbour Meredith Rosemary West Winds airts day lacery sisterhood to-night