Gordon.
(Smiling.) Wool and mutton are useful, I help produce those, but I must do more, Robert and I will both do more when we see clearly what we ought to do.
Loveday.
That’s a Briton’s attitude.
Gordon.
I’ve thought of joining an Expeditionary Force, but they haven’t called for us yet—and, anyway, I don’t know if that is the best one can do—to leave all these sheep we are raising, you know. They are needed.
(The beautiful note of the bell bird is heard calling through the wood.)
Loveday.
(Clasping her hands.) What is that? Oh, what is that lovely note?
Robert and Gordon.