The number of workmen appeared to be only limited by the space into which they could be fitted.

Great lines of waggons conveyed the white Portland stone from the depot by the station.

Hundreds of busy toilers handed it over, shaped and squared, to the actual masons, who swung it up with steam cranes on to the growing walls, where it was instantly fitted and mortared by their companions.
Day by day the house shot higher, while pillar and cornice and carving seemed to bud out from it as if by magic.

Nor was the work confined to the main building.

A large separate structure sprang up at the same time, and there came gangs of pale-faced men from London with much extraordinary machinery, vast cylinders, wheels and wires, which they fitted up in this outlying building.