Mrs.Medlicot must have found the drive very hot, I fear." His wife was still looking into his face, and was reading there, as in a book, the mingled pride and disdain with which her husband exercising civility to his enemy.

Harry's countenance wore a look not difficult of perusal, and Medlicot could read the lines almost as distinctly as Harry's wife.
"I have asked Mrs.Medlicot to stay and dine with us," she said, "so that she may have it cool for the drive back." "I am almost afraid of the bush at night," said the old woman.
"You'll have a full moon," said Harry; "it will be as light as day." So that was settled.

Heathcote thought it odd that the man whom he regarded as his enemy, whom he had left at their last meeting in positive hostility, should consent to accept a dinner under his roof; but that was Medlicot's affair, not his.
They dined at seven, and after dinner strolled out into the horse paddock, and down to the creek.

As they started, the three men went first, and the ladies followed them; but Bates soon dropped behind.
It was his rest day, and he had already moved quite as much as was usual with him on a Sunday.
"I think I was a little hard with you the other day," said Medlicot, when they were alone together.
"I suppose we hardly understand each other's ideas," said Harry.

He spoke with a constrained voice, and with an almost savage manner, engendered by a determination to hold his own.