"No place in Australia," said Miss Fairbrother, confidently.
"I'd like to go there," said George; "I believe it's a fine country."
"Oh, it's very nice"—casually.
"The colonials are fine fellows."
Miss Fairbrother picked a blade of grass and examined it critically. George looked at a launch coming down the river. It was a crowded launch, and the antics of the men on board attracted his attention. As he continued to look he observed that Miss Fairbrother shifted her glance from the blade of grass to his own features. She looked at the launch as he turned round.
"Lucky fellows!" said George. "A steam launch is one of the things I covet."
"Really?" said Miss Fairbrother, quickly.
"Not exactly covet," said George; "but it's a nice way of seeing the country."
"I think I prefer a quiet spot like—like——"
"Like this"—softly.