And then the dreadful noise of the men drinking below in the bar! If this was the Bush! But Colin had said it was not the Bush.
He left her again after dinner which was horrible likewise--burned up steak, messy fried potatoes and cabbage, an uneatable rice pudding.

He did not seem to mind.

The result of his enquiries had left him grim and preoccupied.

Yes, he had taken on the Bushman, and had more or less dropped the lover.

The practical Scotch side of him was uppermost, and he appeared more disturbed over station affairs than at her want of appetite.