Her brilliant eyes searched his face for a sign of malevolent sarcasm, but not a muscle quivered.

Her own eyes wavered under his steady look.

She busied herself among the tea things.
'Sugar ?' 'Please.' But she paused, the tongs balanced in her delicate fingers.
'It is frightfully thrilling--life in the Bush.' 'What part of it?
The shooting or the flogging ?' She burst out: 'You know I hated that.

You know I was furious about the flogging.

You know'-- She pulled herself up.
'I know nothing--except that you must have changed enormously in a very short time to have been thrilled with anything but horror--by that sort of thing.' 'Yes, I have changed.