It was one of the two-storied buildings, and had a bar giving onto the street, and a veranda round both upper and lower storey.

A number of Bushmen and loafers were drinking in the bar, and others were on the edge of the veranda dangling their legs over it into the street.

All of them stopped their talk and their drink to stare at Lady Bridget.

The landlady--a big, florid Irish-woman in black silk, with a gold chain round her neck came out onto the veranda and greeted McKeith as an old friend, holding out her hand to Lady Bridget.

She took the husband and wife up to their rooms, a parlour opening on the balcony, a bedroom over the bar and a little room at the back of it.
'It's a rough sort of shop, Biddy,' said Colin, when the woman had departed.