What a fool you were--and how brutally self-opinionated! I don't wonder Bridget thought you an inhuman monster.
Now I have said my worst, and you must take it as it is meant and forgive me.
As for the true story of that night's adventures, out of which your Police Inspector seems to have made such abominable capital--I used to think Police Inspectors were generally gentlemen--but they don't seem to be, out on the Leura--I've got all the details from Biddy.

A tragi-comic business--so truly of the Bush, Bushy! I could laugh over it, if it weren't for its serious consequences.

Of course, Biddy got up to turn out the goats which were butting with their horns under the floor of her bedroom.

I've often got up myself in the old days at Bungroopim, when stray calves got into the garden, or the cockatoo disturbed our slumbers.

Do you remember Polly?
and how she would keep shouting out on a moonlight night 'The top of the mornin' to ye'-- because we'd forgotten to put her blanket over the cage--I believe there were several occasions when you and I met in midnight dishabille and helped each other to restore tranquillity.