At all events, it was a satisfaction to Colin McKeith's shrewd Scotch mind that nobody insisted upon getting the better of him in the matter.

He knew that Bridget never gave it a second thought.

She was much more interested in the social and racial problems of this new country of her adoption, and especially in the blacks.

What time she could spare from her trousseau she spent in reading books about them, which some of her official friends got her from the Parliamentary Library, and had already learned to think of herself as a 'bujeri* White Mary,' whose mission it might be to compose the racial feud between blackman and white.
[*Bujeri--Black's term of commendation.] To Colin, knowing now the tragedy of his youth, she did not speak much on this subject.

The time went with startling rapidity.