An English officer, perhaps; no Africander, certainly.
Gregory stopped her.
The lady?
Well, she was pretty, rather, the girl said; very cold, dull air, silent.

They stayed for, it might be, five days; slept in the wing over against the stoep; quarrelled sometimes, she thought--the lady.
She had seen everything when she went in to wait.

One day the gentleman touched her hair; she drew back from him as though his fingers poisoned her.

Went to the other end of the room if he came to sit near her.
Walked out alone.

Cold wife for such a handsome husband, the girl thought; she evidently pitied him, he was such a beautiful man.