He came up with several friends, amongst them three ladies, who were eager to see the famous grey he had said so much about.
'What a beautiful creature! Mr Dauntsey.'
'He is. I knew you would admire him; and he is as good as he looks, Miss Corbold.'
The lady who had admired Grey Bird was about four-and-twenty and very good-looking. She was a cousin of Mr Dauntsey's and had been to Barragong once or twice.
'Why do you persist in calling me Miss Corbold?' she said, smiling. 'It used to be Molly.'
'You have grown beyond Molly,' he replied.
'Oh, no, indeed I have not, and Molly I insist it shall be.'
'I am quite willing, Molly.'
'That's better. Now show me Mr Dennis, the man with the history. What a sad life his must have been! Is he very interesting?'
'Very, and as good a fellow as ever lived. He is just saddling the horse.'