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And even their magnitude, while it
alarmed him, brought no protest from him. After all the mill and
the new plant were his toys to play with. He found there something
to fill up the emptiness of his life. If a great house was
Natalie's ambition, if it gave her pleasure and something to live
for, she ought to have it.
She had prepared herself for a protest, but he made none, even when
the rather startling estimate was placed before him.
"I just want you to be happy, my dear," he said. "But I hope you'll
arrange not to run over the estimate. It is being pretty expensive
as it is. But after all, success doesn't mean anything, unless we
are going to get something out of it."
They were closer together that evening than they had been for months.
And at last he fell to talking about the mill. Natalie, curled up
on the chaise longue in her boudoir, listened attentively, but with
small comprehension as he poured out his dream, for himself now, for
Graham later. A few years more and he would retire.


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