“Everything; ruin! ruin!”
“We’re a pretty looking pair to talk of ruin,” giving a contemptuous glance at her surroundings. “Stop looking so like a scared idiot, and listen to me.”
“Oh, I’m listening!” sinking down upon the pallet in a dismal huddle; “go on.”
“Oh, Lord!” he gasped; “oh, Lord, it has come at last!”—[page 42].
The woman crossed over and sat down beside him.
“Now, look here; suppose the worst comes, how far away is it? How long will it take to get a letter to Australia, and an answer or a journey back?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Well, it’ll take all the time we want. But who is there to answer that advertisement?”