"Eustace was found yesterday?" she asked in a dazed tone as she came up to him. "Found yesterday? Is that the news you had to give me?"
"It was not to tell you of that I was on my way to Waroona Downs," he replied. "Though I should probably have mentioned it."
"Where was he found, Mr. Durham? I suppose he is arrested now?"
All the raillery had gone from her voice, which had grown so sorrowful that he looked at her wonderingly.
"He was not alive when he was found," he said quietly, still watching her.
Her hands convulsively clutched the bridle, and her mouth twitched.
"Oh, Mr. Durham, how awful! What a terrible thing! Oh, poor Mrs. Eustace! Sure I'm glad I'm going into the town, for I'll be able to see the poor thing. Is she much upset? But she is sure to be."
"It is a great trial for her. She will be very glad to see you, I should think," he answered.
"Oh, well, well; what a funny thing life is, Mr. Durham. One never knows. It's all a muddled-up sort of affair at the best. If only people could do what is in them to do, instead of being placed in positions where there is only sadness and trouble crowding in on them and crushing them out of existence! It's a weary world, very, very weary."
"We can only take it as we find it, and make the best of it," he said. "You must not allow this to worry you. Perhaps, after all, it is the best thing that could have happened for him. There are worse things than death. Think what it would have been for Mrs. Eustace had he been captured and sent to penal servitude. Her whole life would have been ruined. We see so much of that in cases where the husband gives way. It is the wife who suffers most, Mrs. Burke."