Mrs. Chichester (still fumbling at her neck): "No, no—r—r—really nothing. I feel the heat very much, that is all. Won't you come inside?" (Rises and leads the way into the dining-room, where she unlocks a sideboard, and puts whisky on the table.) "I'm sure you must need some refreshment after your long and hot drive."
Colonial Secretary (enthusiastically, pointing to a creeper through the door).... "By Jove! look here, Harden; isn't this perfect? I challenge you to find its equal anywhere—the Buginvillea Speciosa in all its glory. Ah! I beg your pardon, Mrs. Chichester."
Mrs. Chichester (passing him): "Thank you. If you will excuse me, I think I will go and see about your rooms." [Exits across verandah.]
The Colonial Secretary solemnly takes to himself a whisky-peg, while Gwynne-Harden, turning his back, fixes his eye-glass and critically examines two photos on the mantelpiece.
Colonial Secretary (warmly, referring to their hostess): "Egad, Harden, what would many men give for a wife like that?"
Mr. Gwynne-Harden (dropping his eye-glass, and facing round): "What, indeed!"
They adjourn to the verandah, where enter to them a small and very dirty child, presumably a boy, who scrutinizes both men carefully before venturing near.
Mr. Gwynne-Harden: "Ah, my little man, and pray what may your name be?"
Child: "Jack 'Ister."
Colonial Secretary: "Anglisé—Jack Chichester. He is a fine boy, and typical of the country. Come here, Jack. How old are you?"