Lady Bridget in the Never-Never Land
ke and Lady Tallant at Government Hous
lemen's cloak-room. Both held back to allow certain Members of the Ministry to enter
the glances accompanying it held volumes of hidden meaning. 'I haven't seen you sin
ready-made gas-the whole place now is lighted with it. If you like, I'll give
k you'd have come and looked after an old friend at the big Show
s got a bit too much red tape and too many a
RE ther
lexandra City
id you see-the Talla
, had been transmogrified with comfortable lounge chairs and sofas, beautiful embroideries, screens, a spinet and many flowers and books into a delightful general sitting-room. It seemed quite full-mostly of official Leichardt'stonians. Joan looked for the new Governor and his wife, or at least for Lady Biddy, but none of them had yet put in an appearance. A handsome, fair-moustachioed young aide-de-camp, looking very smart in his even
used to viceregal etiquette as she is interpreted in Ceylon-that was my last post you know. They seem to think h
iful. The Premier of Leichardt's Land, a red-faced gentleman of blunt speech, was grumbling audibly
better than any of us, giving himself royal airs.... May
ished pairin
a confidential aside) 'if you KNEW the job I've had to find out the right order of precedence. Mr McKeith, the Governor will be so glad to meet you. Will
hat Lady Bridget would be better pleased if
ou,' and at Mrs Gildea's enquiring smile, he explained once more: 'Sir Luke was speaking about Mr McKeith, said hi
broke off
nd of a laugh and the patter of little high-heeled shoes on the parquet floor of th
a heavy dark moustache, and carried his dignities with perhaps a little too conscious an air-'Representative of the Throne' seemed written all over him and no greater contrast could be imagined than the new Govern
outside, at any rate Lady Tallant was, as Mrs Gildea had reason to believe, a genuine sort underneath. She had a thin, high-nosed face of the conventional English aristocratic type, a good deal rouged to-night, but with natural shadows under the eyes and below the arch of the brows which were toned to correspond with the evidently dyed hair. Her dress, a Paris cre
sed in a flashing glance that Colin McKeith's gaze had been all the while riveted upon that figure. Not in astonishment-a proof to Joan
soft shining white stuff, hanging on a straight slender form and gathered into a girdle at the waist, with a wisp of old lace flung carelessly over the slight shoulders. She stood for a moment or two on the half landing, then, as the aide-de-camp murmured in the Governor's ear at the foot of the stairs, she came close to the bannisters and looked down amusedly at the party in the hall. Her face was a little poked forward-a small oval face, pale except for the redness of a rather thin-lipped mouth-the upper lip like a scarlet bow-a
ot surprising, for his great height and the distinctiveness of his appearance, made him more likely than anyone else present to attract her attention. Then, a
o greet the assembled guests. This, Lady Tallant did with quite enchanting courtesy, making an apt apology for having kept them waiting, which almost mollified t
r. She says she really can't afford to lose more flesh. Do you see how she has had to make herse
had lunched at Government House, and was now on intimate terms with the ne
different groups and gav
n? ... I'm pining for a savage existence.... That's an excessively good-looking man'-her eyebrows indicated Colin McKeith-'I do hope he is the man I asked for to take
r monologue, giving
or Luke, he's got it on the brain that his mission is to uphold the dignity of the British Throne. Like a NOUVEAU RICHE-terribly afraid of doing the
mping just a little, as he did when he was nervous, and looking very big a
ra, let me present
up at Colin and he
about the level of her shoulder. 'You know I asked to be sent in with you-it
d Mrs Gildea heard him say in a voice that sounde
I was chosen f
idget'
r Cecil Rhodes, but I have an adoration for him-I wanted to talk to a real Bushman-I always fel
oups converged and the long