His meadow lands were irrigated by the centrifugal pump, and yielded three crops instead of one.

His shorthorns began to get known--for he spared no expense upon them--and already one or two profitable sales had been held.

His sheep prospered; there was not so much noise made about them, but, perhaps, they really paid better than anything.
Meantime, Cecil kept open house, with wine and refreshments, and even beds for everybody who chose to come and inspect his place.

Nothing gave him such delight as to conduct visitors over the estate and to enter into minute details of his system.

As for the neighbouring farmers they were only too welcome.