'That fellow Steadbolt is a wrong 'un--not good even at his own job of wood and water joey--which means, my dear, the odd cart-driving on a place--and not to be trusted within ten miles of a public house.' Lady Bridget asked suddenly: 'I want to know, Colin--what did that man mean by saying you had an insult ready for me at your Bachelor's Quarters?
What insult ?' It seemed as though blue fire leaped from McKeith's eyes.
'Insult! Good God! Biddy you can't hold me responsible for the foul insinuations of a beast like that.

Insult YOU! my wife!' The passionate tenderness thrilling his voice, the honest wrath and bewilderment in his face must have silenced any doubt, had doubt existed in Lady Bridget's mind.
'I don't know, Colin.

I don't even know what Bachelors' Quarters mean.
Have you an army of Bachelors at Moongarr, and what do they do when they're at home ?' He laughed.

'It's a shanty I put up for the new-chums when I've got any--and for the gentlemen-sun-downers that come along, and visitors that I don't want to be bothered with at the House.

There's a woman up there....' He stopped suddenly and his face grew grim again.