'To your estate?'
'No; to Troon, where the sea is.'
'Oh, and will you stay long?'
'Perhaps all the summer. How are you getting on here all alone, Walter? You must tell me that.'
'Oh, well enough.'
'Does Mrs. Macintyre come to work for you?'
'Yes, morning and night she looks in. I'm going to make this thing pay.'
He looked as if he meant it. His square jaw was firmly set, his whole look that of a man determined to succeed.
'I hope you will, Walter. I feel sure of it,' she said brightly.
'It'll be awful drudgery for a while,' he continued, almost in the confidential tones of yore. 'To have so much money, your uncle had the poorest way of doing business. He had the customers all under his thumb, and made them fetch and carry what they wanted themselves; in that way he saved a man's wages. I'm not giving anything on credit, and after they've once freed themselves, and can pay cash for what they get, they'll want it delivered to them, and quite right. Then I'll get a man and a horse and cart, and when I once get that, the thing will grow like a mushroom.'