At the door of the hotel she took the bag from her cavalier, and there and then, in broad Australian daylight, rewarded him with twopence--a disaster which caused him to apply to his firm for transfer to some foreign country at once.

She marched into the bar, where Dan, the landlord's son, was sweeping, while Mrs.Connellan, the landlady, was wiping glasses in the midst of a stale fragrance of overnight beer and tobacco-smoke.
"I am going to Kuryong," said the young lady, "and I expected to meet Mr.Gordon here.

Is he here ?" Mrs.Connellan looked at her open-eyed.

Such an apparition was not often seen in Tarrong.

Mr.and Mrs.Connellan had only just "taken the pub.", and what with trying to keep Connellan sober and refusing drinks to tramps, loafers, and black-fellows, Mrs.Connellan was pretty well worn out.