Hornung Ernest William - A Bride from the Bush стр 7.

Im glad you didnt, said Alfred devoutly, but in great trouble. I never heard him say anything to rankle like that; I thought he was very jolly, if you ask me. And really, Gladdie, old Grans as good a fellow as ever lived; besides which, he has all the brains of the family.

Perhaps, said Gladys, softening, my old man has got a double share of something better than brains!

Nonsense, darling! But at least the Judge was pleasant; what did you think of the Judge?

I funked him.

Good gracious! Why?

Hes so dreadfully dignified; and he looks you through and through not nastily, like Gran does, but as if you were something funny in a glass case.

What stuff and nonsense, Gladdie! Youre making me miserable. Look here: talk to the Judge: draw him out a bit. Thats all he wants, and he likes it.

What am I to call him Judge?

No: not that: never that. For the present, Sir James, I think.

And what am I to talk about?

Oh, anything Australia. Interest him about the Bush. Try, dearest, at dinner to please me.

Very well, said Gladys; Ill have a shot.

And she had one, though it was not quite the kind of shot Alfred would have recommended at any rate, not for a first shot. For, on thinking it over, it seemed to Gladys that, with relation to the Bush, nothing could interest a Judge so much as the manner of administering the law there, which she knew something about. Nor was the subject unpromising or unsafe: it was only her way of leading up to it that was open to criticism.

I suppose, Sir James, she began, you have lots of trying to do?

Trying? said the Judge, looking up from his soup; for the Bride had determined not to be behindhand in keeping her promise, and had opened the attack thus early.

As if he were a tailor! thought Granville. Trials, sir, he suggested suavely. He was sitting next Gladys, who was on the Judges right.

Ah, trials! said the Judge with a faint a very faint smile. Oh, yes a great number.

A sudden thought struck Gladys. She became the interested instead of the interesting party. She forgot the Bush, and stared at her father-in-law in sudden awe.

Are there many murder trials among them, Sir James?

By the deliberate manner with which he went on with his soup, the Judge apparently did not hear the question. But Lady Bligh

and Alfred heard it, and were horrified; while Granville looked grave, and listened for more with all his ears. He had not to wait long. Gladys feared she had expressed herself badly, and quickly tried again.

What I mean is Sir James do you often have to go and put on the black cap, and sentence poor unfortunate people to be hung? Because that cant be very nice, Sir James is it?

A faint flush mounted into the Judges pale cheeks. It is not of frequent occurrence, he said stiffly.

Granville, sitting next her, might easily have stopped his sister-in-law by a word or a sign before this; but Alfred was practically hidden from her by the lamp, and though he tried very hard to kick her under the table, he only succeeded in kicking footstools and table-legs; and Lady Bligh was speechless.

The Bride, however, merely thought that Alfred had exaggerated the ease with which his father was to be drawn out. But she had not given in yet. That would have been contrary to her nature.

What a good thing! she said. It would be so so horrid, if it happened very often, to wake up and say to yourself, That poor fellows got to swing in a minute or two; and its me thats done it! It would be a terror if that was to happen every week or so; and Im glad for your sake, Sir James

She broke off suddenly; why, it is difficult to say, for no one had spoken; but perhaps that was the very reason. At all events, she remembered her experience of Bush law, and got to her point, now, quickly enough.

I was once at a trial myself, Sir James, in the Bush, she said (and there was certainly a general sense of relief). My own father was boss or Judge, if you like that trip. There were only four people there; the sergeant, who was jailer and witness as well, father, the prisoner, and me; I looked on.

Is your father a member of the Colonial Bar? inquired Sir James, mildly.

Lord, no, Sir James! Hes only a magistrate. Why, hed only got to remand the poor chap down to Cootamundra; yet he had to consult gracious knows how many law-books (the sergeant had them ready) to do it properly!

They all laughed; but there was a good deal that ought not to have been laughed at. A moment before, when her subject was about as unfortunate as it could have been, she had chosen her mere words with a certain amount of care and good taste; but now that she was on her native heath, and blameless in matter, her manner had become dreadful her expressions were shocking her twang worse than ever. The one subject that she was at home in excited her to an unseemly degree. No sooner, then, had the laugh subsided than Lady Bligh seized upon the conversation, hurled it well over the head of the Bride, and kept it there, high and dry, until the end of dessert; then she sailed away to the drawing-room with the unconscious offender.