The House was not of a type to present to servants by lamp or candle-light. Hence electricity, which in 1902 was a serious affair. We chanced, at a week-end visit, to meet Sir William Willcocks, who had designed the Assouan Dam—a trifling affair on the Nile.

Not to be over-crowed, we told him of our project for declutching the water-wheel from an ancient mill at the end of our garden, and using its microscopical mill-pond to run a turbine. That was enough! ‘Dam?’ said he. ‘You don’t know anything about dams or turbines. I’ll come and look.’ That Monday morn he came with us, explored the brook and the mill-sluit, and foretold truly the exact amount of horse-power that we should get out of our turbine—‘Four and a half and no more.’ But he called me Egyptian names for the state of my brook, which, till then, I had deemed picturesque. ‘It’s all messed up with trees and bushes. Cut ’em down and slope the banks to one in three.’ ‘Lend me a couple of Fellahîn Battalions and I’ll begin,’ I said.

He said also; ‘Don’t run your light cable on poles. Bury it.’ So we got a deep-sea cable which had failed under test at twelve hundred volts—our voltage being one hundred and ten—and laid him in a trench from the Mill to the house, a full furlong, where he worked for a quarter of a century.

Kipling’s medieval studies led him to Domesday Book, and the first product of his invention after the removal to Batemsn’s was …. an amusing piece of satire told to the accompaniment of the mill-wheel grinding out extracts from the Sussex Domesday.

... a political fable expressing Kipling’s alarm and dismay at England’s inability to address herself socially, imperially, culturally and technologically to the future. It embodies his antipathy to the traditional élitist, conservative but, at the same time, laissez-faire cultural and political outlook of Balfour’s country-house world.

Balfour's characteristics are brilliantly reflected in the cat's elegance and languor, her innate conservatism that fears change and 'damnable inventions', her reverence for the past, her defences of privilege and her enjoyment of the 'dim delicious half-tones' of Life. A single sentence from the cat encapsulates the manner:

'Your assumptions are deliciously sweeping, but may I point out that a decent - and the dear old Abbot of Wilton would have put it in his resonant monkish Latin much better than I can - a scholarly reserve does not necessarily connote blank vacuity of mind on all subjects'. [Traffics and Discoveries, page 386 line 16]