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Moreover, she was certain that Mrs Hensor had stated the exact truth. 'I should prefer to be alone, she said, feeling the woman's eyes upon her. 'Then I'll go, as you don't want me, returned Mrs Hensor. 'But if I was you, Lady Bridget, I'd take a dose of laudanum, and get myself into a perspiration, for I believe it's a touch of dengue fever you've got the matter with you.
But hard as he was and Lady Bridget had learned that her husband could be very hard, he would never be inhuman, and, naturally, Oola's wound must be dressed. Lady Bridget hurried them over the crossing and up the hill. The white men were all out with the cattle. She needed assistance, and seeing Mrs Hensor at the kitchen window of the Bachelors' Quarters, called to her.
'Perhaps you don't know, she went on, 'that Mrs Hensor is a sort of Helen of the Upper Leura though unfortunately as yet no Paris has carried her off I wish there was one bold enough to do it. She had to be asked to take a change of air because there was rivalry about her between the buyer of a Meat Preserving Establishment and the chief butcher at Tunumburra. Fair Helen scorned them both.
'Very well, Tommy, and if you're good you can have what's left tomorrow. 'That's all right, responded Tommy in bush formula. 'Have you seen anything of your master or the postman? asked Lady Bridget of Mrs Hensor. 'I believe Mr McKeith is coming on ahead with Harry the Blower, said Mrs Hensor.
'I suppose that is what your master keeps you here for to cook for the visitors at the Quarters, Mrs Hensor, said Lady Bridget, with incisive sweetness. Mrs Hensor flushed scarlet, but she checked an impudent reply.
Mrs Hensor contemptuously surveyed Wombo and his erring partner. 'Serve them right. He's stolen her from her husband and the Blacks have given them what for. They don't need any fussing over, these niggers. They are used to being knocked about. Lady Bridget's eyes blazed, but her tone was icy. 'I suppose you understand that I've given you my orders to attend to a wounded fellow-creature.
Lady Bridget suddenly lifting eyes that were instantly wide open, became aware of the man's presence. The effect of it upon her was so marked that McKeith, watching her face, felt a shock of surprise. The change in her was noticed by the Police Inspector, with malevolent curiosity. So also by Mrs Hensor, a little further away.
The noise brought Mrs Hensor and Tommy down from the Bachelors' Quarters, and the Chinese cook, the Malay boy and Maggie the housemaid from the service department. The three verandas and garden plot made a kind of amphitheatre; and now, into the arena, came the actors in the little tragedy.
She watched him from the end of the veranda go into the living room of the Quarters, and thought bitterly that he would ask Mrs Hensor for the food he required.
And just then Mrs Hensor, who loved cheap fiction, said afterwards it was all like a scene out of a book there appeared in the space between the two wings, a man who had strolled unobserved from one side, out of the background of creepers, and who advanced with quickened step to where the husband and wife stood. A striking individual.
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