"Oh dear no! I shall probably go up to the Never-Never, and raise cattle. Where there aren't so many people, and photo albums, and good old Georges and Aunt Matildas and all that."
"You'll be yourself, wherever you are."
"Thank God for that, but it's not quite true. I find I'm less myself down here, with all you people."
Again she was silent for a time.
"Why?" she asked.
"Oh, that's how it makes me feel, that's all."
"Are you more yourself on the goldfields?" she asked rather contemptuously.
"Oh yes."
"When you are getting money, you mean?"
"No. But I've got so that Aunt Matilda-ism and Old-Georgism don't agree with me. They make me feel sarcastic, they make me feel out of sorts all over."