The noise of the machinery, the whirling of wheels and the movement and strength of steel made Carlotta gasp and stand bewildered. A stranger in a new world.
She had never been round a Factory and she had not known exactly what she expected, but certainly something very unlike the truth.
Out of all the chaos, the noise and the stupendous unreality of it all, one thing did emerge for Carlotta that was a new respect for the man who owned it all.
She had never visualised Norman among his own people with the background of his own achievements.
It was not the Norman who she had known, very courteous and deferential in London, the man who had always seemed slightly ill at ease in restaurants, not the husband who had shown her both authority and an unlooked-for reserve during their brief marr
