'Give me a light.' He stooped and lit his own cigarette, then, bending, held its tip to her.

They both inhaled a few whiffs in silence.

Presently, he said: 'I find it difficult to understand McKeith.' 'Don't try.

You wouldn't succeed.

I observe,' she added, 'that you must have become rather friendly at Tunumburra ?' 'Oh, yes.