They rounded the lagoon and skirted the gidia scrub.

Maule was on a Moongarr horse, Bridget rode a fiery little chestnut.

Maule had already had opportunity to admire the famous O'Hara seat.

They had hunted together once or twice on the Campagna, that winter when they had met in Rome.

It was difficult to avoid retrospect, but Bridget seemed determined to keep it within conventional limits.