We'll come out of this fight with arms and baggage.

It's still possible, you know.

We'll sell the St.Kitts estate to the Germans.
We'll find some one to buy us up here--the place would suit a brewer.
And then--by Jove! we'll make jam." "Jam ?" "Isn't it an idea?
Cheap sugar has done for the refiners, but it's a fortune for the jam trade.

Why not put all we can realize into a jam factory?
We'll go down into the country; find some delightful place where land is cheap; start a fruit farm; run up a building.

Doesn't it take you, Will?
Think of going to business every day through lanes overhung with fruit-tree blossoms! Better that than the filth and stench and gloom and uproar of Whitechapel--what?
We might found a village for our workpeople--the ideal village, perfectly healthy, every cottage beautiful.