“The roads here need re-making,” as they proceeded bumpily over a rather bad piece of ground.
“For motors?”
“For everything. A road should be easy going for motors, horses, and foot-passengers. Easy and safe.”
“How would you do it?”
“A raised causeway for walkers; a road for carriages, and a track for motors. It only means so many yards more and there is plenty of land. Look at that turf—four yards of it. Might as well be road.”
“What are you going to make your roads of?”
Christopher took a deep breath; the pace of the car increased a little.
“That has to be found—will be found. It is a question of time.”
“And you mean to find it?”
“A good many people mean to find it.”