"Not I."
"But there's Miss Trevor of Meringul!"
"I see them once in six months."
"That may be in the bond."
"Well, never mind Miss Trevor of Meringul. You haven't told me how it is you've come to say good-by to the station, Miss Luttrell of Wallandoon."
"Then I'll tell you, seriously: it's because I sail for England on the 4th of May."
"For England!"
"Yes, and I'm not at all keen about it, I can tell you. But I'm not going to see England, I'm going to see Ruth; Australia's worth fifty Englands any day."
Swift had recovered from his astonishment. "I don't know," he said doubtfully; "most of us would like a trip home, you know, just to see what the old country's like; though I dare say it isn't all it's cracked up to be."