Hyacinth was reduced to feeble threat.
'Just wait a while till the nuns get another four thousand pounds, and perhaps four thousand pounds more after that, and see how it will affect you.' Mr.Quinn smiled.
'I'm not much afraid of nuns as trade competitors, or, for the matter of that, of the Congested Districts Board either.

If the Yorkshire people would only import a few Mother Superiors to manage their factories, and take the advice of members of our Board in their affairs, I would cheerfully make them a present of any reasonable subsidy, and beat them out of the market afterwards.' There was another influence at work on Hyacinth's mind which had as much to do with the decay of his patriotism as either the gardening or Mr.
Quinn's logic.

Marion Beecher and her sister were very frequently at the Mill House during the spring and summer.

There was one long afternoon which was spent in the marking out of the tennis-ground.

Mr.Quinn had theories involving calculations with a pencil and pieces of paper about the surest method of securing right angles at the corners and parallel lines down the sides of the court.