The big, square house was on the outskirts of the town where it was quiet, and in the afternoon they walked in the garden sheltered behind its high brick wall.
He told her of what had been done at the works.

Arthur's plan had succeeded.

It might not be the last word, but at least it was on the road to the right end.

The men had been brought into it and shared the management.

And the disasters predicted had proved groundless.
"You won't be able to indulge in all your mad schemes," he laughed, "but there'll be enough to help on a few.