'Is it playing the game to leave you here alone with me, when he must know--or at least, guess--how things have been between us ?--Do you think I didn't notice yesterday that he suspected me--suspected us both?
I should have been a blind mole not to see by his face and manner how he felt.

Upon my soul, he would have no defence--if....' She stopped him with a gesture.
'I must ask you again not to discuss my relations with my husband; they do not concern you.' 'Do they not!' And as she rose abruptly from the hammock, 'I beg your pardon,' he added humbly, 'I will do my best not to offend again.' He got up too and stood, his back against the veranda railings.
'Lady Bridget, you mustn't be angry with me.

I suppose I am a little off my balance, you must remember that this is--for me, a rather staggering experience.' 'Shall we go for a ride ?' she asked suddenly.

'I don't suppose you have much idea of what a wild western station is like.' 'Oh, I'm fairly well acquainted with life on big pastures,' he answered lightly, taking her cue.

'You would be surprised, perhaps, at the list of my qualifications as an "out-back squatter."-- I'm a bit of a rancher--had one in the Argentine--a bit of a doctor--a bit of a policeman--I was in charge once of a constabulary force out in British Guiana.