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I can't go on pushing and striving and rushing here and there in order to be seen at the right houses and join the hunt after fleeing eligibles. She gave a bitter little laugh, and then her tone changed to that ripple of frivolity in which nevertheless Mrs Gildea discerned the under-beat of tragedy. 'Besides, even so, it's incongruous impossible.
Mrs Gildea recognised the impulsive, untidy but characteristic handwriting of Lady Bridget O'Hara. 'From Biddy at last! she exclaimed, tore the flap of number one letter, paused and laid it aside. 'Business first. So she went carefully through the editorial communication. Mr Gibbs was not quite so tiresome as she had feared he would be.
But I can't bear that you, whom I should have thought so well of have felt so much about should be making a mess of your life, and that I should not put out a hand to prevent it. Always your friend, It was a long time before Mrs Gildea received an answer to her letter. She had begun to despair of ever getting another line from Colin McKeith, when at last he wrote from Moongarr, six months later.
Rosamond Tallant had been tiresome also and had made her feel that even here she was no more than a dependent who must conform to the wills of her official superiors. Joan Gildea might have served as a safety-valve, but Joan was away in or near the Jenolan Caves, and could not be got at unless Bridget chose to throw up other things and go to her, which Bridget was not inclined to do.
Mrs Gildea wound up matters at the Cottage and took train south, where she was soon wholly occupied in describing the wonder of the Jenolan Caves and the wild gorges and primaeval gum forests in the Blue Mountains. She was really too busy in the interests of the IMPERIALIST to worry over her friend's love affairs.
Mrs Gildea cut short Lady Bridget's exposition of her views on morality before McKeith had time to answer. Her voice was sharp as she went up the steps and arraigned the pair. 'Really, Biddy, I do call this too bad of you. May I ask how you and Mr McKeith come to be drinking tea together in my veranda?
Joan Gildea found him excellent 'copy, and the great Gibbs cablegrammed, in code, approval of her lately-tapped source of information. She almost forgot Bridget O'Hara in her absorption in colonial topics.
Mrs Gildea laughed. 'You must remember that I am out of all your fine social business except when I go as a reporter or look on from the upper boxes. 'It's abominable: it's stifling, exclaimed Lady Biddy, 'it kills all the best part of one.
And then you've got to dictate "copy," about the Alexandra City Gas-Bore. Please go at once. He obeyed. Mrs Gildea bent over Lady Bridget. 'Biddy! ... You're not faint, are you? Lady Bridget roused herself and looked up at her friend rather wildly.... 'No.... What do you take me for? ... I said I wanted real things, Joan ... And I've got them. She laughed a little hysterically. 'All right!
Well, if she was staying with him in London, and his wife is a friend of hers, why shouldn't she come and stay with them out here? The idea had already presented itself to Mrs Gildea, but she tried not to show that it had, or that there had ever been any question of the sort in Bridget's mind. Colin had not read the opening sheet of her letter.
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