It angered her that to-night, of all nights, he should disregard it.
In personal details, she was intensely fastidious, and at some trouble and cost had maintained in her intimate surroundings a daintiness almost unknown out-back.

Her room was large, and much of its furnishings symptomatic of the woman of her class--the array of monogrammed, tortoise-shell backed brushes and silver and gold topped boxes and bottles, the embroidered coverlet of the bed, the flowered chintz and soft pink wall paper, the laced cambric garments and silk-frilled dressing gown hanging over a chair.

When service lacked, and there was no one to wash and iron her cambric and fine linen, she contrived somehow that the supply should not fail, and brought upon herself some ill-natured ridiculed in consequence.

The wives of the Leura squatters thought her 'stuck-up' and apart from their kind.

If they had known how much she wanted sometimes to throw herself into their lives--as she had thrown herself into the lives of her East-End socialistic friends! But the stations were few and far between, and the neighbours--such as they were--left her alone.
Letting her mind drift along side-tracks, she resented now there having come no suggestion from the Breeza Downs women that she should accompany her husband and share the benefits of police protection, or--which appealed to her far more--the excitement of what might be going on there.