I thought you wouldn't mind." A momentary trace of embarrassment became visible in his companion's face.

The man was a bush packer, and she had seen him in somewhat disreputable company, but she was ready to admit that he had aroused her curiosity.

She could be honest, and she would have admitted it as readily had she never heard from Arabella Kinnaird of his connection with the old hall in England.

She looked at him, with a little laugh.
"Oh," she said, "everybody likes to be remembered, and I'm no exception in that respect.

There is really no reason why you shouldn't have bought the guard." Weston, who felt that he had gone quite far enough, merely bent his head in a manner that, as she naturally noticed, the average bush packer would not have adopted.