"I will take you to her straight away, that's just it," said Florence. She turned back to drop her letter into the school letter-box, and then conducted the Major across the lawn and into the outer garden.  In this garden every old-fashioned flower imaginable bloomed and thrived, and reared its graceful head.  The Major walked down through great lines of tall hollyhocks and peonies of every color and description.  Then he passed under a sweet-briar hedge and then along a further hedge of Scotch roses, red and white; and the scent from mignonette and sweet peas and the sweet-briar and the roses came up to his nostrils.  Never to the longest day of his life did the Major forget the sweet scent of the old-fashioned garden and the pain at his heart all the time, for he was going to see Kitty, to bid her good-bye for years--perhaps, who could tell? for ever.