The time from when Eric returned to Johannesburg and until 1939 was spent rebuilding and enlarging the stockbroking business, bringing in certain innovations and expanding the arbitrage arrangements (that is the ability to take advantage of the different value of stocks in different stock exchanges at the same time) with Eric Frost in London. This was very successful because there was a two hour delay in the time zone between Johannesburg and England and the two Eric's seemed to have a sixth sense over how the prices would alter between the two exchanges instead of having to await the figures given over the ticker tape.

He also decided to build a large room over the double garage at his home with a sprung floor for ballroom dancing (at a later date, extra garages were added and roofed to allow for open-air dancing, too) as he and Phyllis decided to take lessons in dancing from a lady called Dorrie Robertson, who in due course, became a friend of the whole family and after the war her husband, Tom, joined the firm of Max Pollak & Freemantle, followed by Tom's brother, Angus, who took over the Statistics Department.

For a few weeks, for some reason I no longer recall, I stayed with Dorrie and her two small sons, Ian and Alan at their home in Rosebank. It was while I was with her that my school (Kingsmead) put on a Shakespearian play in which I was acting. Being extremely nervous, I hated every minute I was on the stage. Over the years, after her divorce, there were many other visits to Dorrie, when she was living in a flat in Hillbrow and she visited us in Gordons Bay. Warwick also got to know her and resided with her for some time before he left Johannesburg. It was Dorrie who gave Phillip the larger ornamental china bulldog, identical to the one that he so much admired in my parent's home. (The small one that we have I found in the garden, covered in mud, at 'Graystones' and kept for myself, as no one else seemed to value it). Originally, my father bought their large one, the dog covered with a Union Jack, as a patriotic gesture and it stood on the round table I eventually inherited. Then one day, to my Mother's great surprise, he had as a joke, surrounded it with four small pups all draped in Union Jacks to match the 'mother'.