The roaring screech of the machines issuing from it made an inferno of sound from which, involuntarily, Dot shrank.
She looked at Hill appealingly as they drew near.

He turned instantly to Harley.
"Go ahead, will you, and tell them to stop work?
We can't hear ourselves speak in this." "I'll come with you, Mr.Harley," said Adela, promptly.

"I want to see the machines going." Harley paused for a moment.

"You know your way, Mr.Hill ?" he said.
Hill nodded with a hint of impatience.

"Yes, yes.