"It should be rebuilt with the old brick.

New would spoil it." "Some of this is broken and crumbled away," said Kedgers, picking up a piece to show it to her.
"Perhaps old brick could be bought somewhere," replied the young lady speculatively.

"One ought to be able to buy old brick in England, if one is willing to pay for it." Kedgers scratched his head and gazed at her in respectful wonder which was almost trouble.

Who was going to pay for things, and who was going to look for things which were not on the spot?
Enterprise like this was not to be explained.
When she left him he stood and watched her upright figure disappear through the ivy-grown door of the kitchen gardens with a disturbed but elated expression on his countenance.

He did not know why he felt elated, but he was conscious of elation.