Lillian returned to the shop on Montague Road feeling light and happy at finding Catherine safe and sound. Her mood dampened at the sound of hammering coming from behind the cottage. She skirted down the side and found Nicholas crouched in the backyard with a stack of wooden stakes, knocking them into the ground one at a time.
She put her hands on her hips. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Mama said you’d discussed a need to extend the workshop. I’ve organised the draftsman to come and draw up the plans. There are no shortage of builders looking for work. We should have it done in no time.’
Lillian raised her eyebrows. ‘For someone who was feeling sceptical over whether the business would prosper, you’re being awfully helpful.’
‘My darling, there’s no need for sarcasm. Besides, Florence told me
