It 2
was a primitive cottage of the old style , standing in
a garden 4
and built on
the cliff 5
--
the Emu Point 6
side -- overlooking
the broad Leichardt River 7
58 .
The veranda 1
, quite twelve feet wide , ran -- Australian fashion -- along the front of the cottage 2
, except for the two closed-in ends forming , one a bathroom 8
and the other a kind of store closet 9
.
Being raised a few feet above the ground , the veranda 1
was enclosed by a wooden railing , and this and the supporting posts were twined with creepers that must have been planted at least thirty years .
One of these , a stephanotis , showed masses of white bloom , which Joan Gildea 0
casually reflected would have fetched a pretty sum in Covent Garden 10
, and , joining in with a fine-growing asparagus fern , formed an arch over the entrance steps .
The end of the veranda 1
, where Mrs Gildea 0
had established herself 0
with her 0
type-writer and paraphernalia of literary work , was screened by a thick-stemmed grape-vine , which made a dapple of shadow and sunshine upon the boarded floor .
Some bunches of late grapes -- it was the very beginning of March -- hung upon the vine , and , at the other end of the veranda 1
, grew a passion creeper , its great purple fruit looking like huge plums amidst its vivid green leaves .
The roof of the veranda 1
was low , with projecting eaves , below which a bunch of yellowing bananas hung to ripen .
In fact , the veranda 1
and garden 4
beyond would have been paradise to a fruitarian .
Against the wall of the store-room 9
, stood a large tin dish piled with melons , pine-apples and miscellaneous garden produce , while , between the veranda 1
posts , could be seen a guava-tree , an elderly fig and a loquat all in full bearing .
The garden 4
seemed a tangle of all manner of vegetation -- an oleander in bloom , a poinsettia , a yucca , lifting its spike of waxen white blossoms , a narrow flower-border in which the gardenias had become tall shrubs and the scented verbena shrubs almost trees .
As for the blend of perfume , it was dreamily intoxicating .
Two bamboos , guarding the side entrance gate , made a soft whispering that heightened the dream-sense .
The bottom of the garden 4
looked an inchoate mass of greenery topped by the upper boughs of tall straggling gum trees , growing outside where the ground fell gradually to the river 7
.
From where Mrs Gildea 0
sat , she 0
had a view of almost the whole reach of the river 7
where it 7
circles Emu Point 6
.
For , as is known to all who know Leichardt 's Town 3
, the river 7
winds in two great loops girdling two low points , so that , in striking a bee-line across the whole town 3
, business and residential , one must cross the river 7
three times .
Mrs Gildea 0
could see the plan of the main street 11
in the Middle Point 12
and the roofs of shops and offices .
The busy wharves of
the Leichardt 's Land Steam Navigation Company 14
13 -- familiarly , the L.L.S.N. Co. 14
-- lay opposite on her 0
right , while leftward , across the water 7
, she 0
could trace , as far as the grape-vine would allow , the boundary of the Botanical Gardens 15
and get a sight of the white stone and grey slate end of the big Parliamentary Buildings 16
.
The heat-haze over the town 3
and the brilliant sun-sparkles on the river 7
suggested a cruel glare outside the shady veranda 1
and over-grown old garden 4
.
A pleasant study 1
, if a bit distracting from its 1
plenitude of associations to Australian-born Joan Gildea , who , on
her 0
marriage , had been transplanted into
English soil 17
, as care-free as a rose cut from the parent stem , and who now , after nearly twenty years , had returned to the scene of
her 0
youth --
a widow 0
,
a working journalist 0
and shorn of most of
her 0
early illusions
0 .
Her 0
typewriter stood on a bamboo table before her 0
.
A pile of Australian Hansards for reference sat on a chair at convenient distance .
A large table with a green cloth , at her 0
elbow , had at one end a tray with the remains of her 0
breakfast of tea , scones and fruit .
The end nearest her 0
was littered with sheaves of manuscript , newspaper-cuttings , photographs and sepia sketches -- obviously for purposes of illustration : gum-bottle , stylographs and the rest , with , also , several note-books held open by bananas , recently plucked from the ripening bunch , to serve as paper-weights .
She 0
had meant to be very busy that morning .
There was her 0
weekly letter for THE IMPERIALIST to send off by to-morrow 's mail , and , moreover , she 0
had to digest the reasons of the eminent journal for returning to her 0
an article that had not met with the editor 18
's approval -- the great Gibbs 18
: a potent newspaper-factor 59
in the British policy of the day .
It had been an immense honour when Mr Gibbs 18
had chosen Joan Gildea 0
from amongst for a roving commission to report upon the political , financial , economic and social aspects of Australia 20
, and upon Imperial interests generally , as represented in various sideshows on her 0
route .
But it happened that she 0
was now suffering from a change at the last moment in that route -- a substitution of the commplace P. & O. for the more exciting Canadian Pacific , Mr Gibbs 18
having suddenly decided that Imperialism in Australia 20
demanded his 18
special correspondent 's immediate attention .
For this story dates back to the time when Mr Joseph Chamberlain 21
was in office ; when Imperialism , Free Trade and Yellow Labour were the catch words of a party , and before the great Australian Commonwealth 22
had become an historical fact .
THE IMPERIALIST 's Special Correspondent 0
looked worried .
She 0
was wondering whether the English mail expected to-day would bring her 0
troublesome editorial instructions .
She 0
examined some of the photographs and drawings with a dissatisfied air .
A running inarticulate commentary might have been put into words like this : ' No good ... I 0
can manage the letterpress all right once I 0
get the hang of things .
But when it comes to illustrations , I 0
ca n't make even a gum-tree look as if it was growing ... .
And Gibbs 18
hates having amateur snapshots to work up ... .
Hopeless to try for a local artist 23
... .
I 0
wonder if Colin McKeith 24
could give me 0
an idea .... .
Why to goodness did n't Biddy 25
join me 0
!
... .
If she 25
'd only had the decency to let me 0
know in time WHY she 25
could n't ... .
Money , I 0
suppose -- or a Man 26
!
... .
Well , I 0
'll write and tell her 25
never to expect a literary leg-up from me 0
again ... ' Mrs Gildea 0
pulled the sheet she 0
had been typing out of the machine , inserted another , altered the notch to single spacing and rattled off at top speed till the page was covered .
The she 0
appended her 0
signature and wrote this address : To the Lady Bridget O'Hara 25
, Care of Eliza 27
Countess of
Gaverick 28
27 , Upper Brook Street 29
, London 30
, W. on an envelope , into which she 0
slipped her 0
letter -- a letter never to be sent .
A snap of the gate between the bamboos added a metallic note to the tree 's reedy whimperings , and the postman 31
tramped along the short garden path 32
and up the veranda steps 33
.
' Morning , Mrs Gildea 0
... a heavy mail for you 0
! '
He 31
planked down the usual editorial packet -- two or three rolls of proofs , a collection of newspapers , a bulky parcel of private correspondence sent on by the porter of
Mrs Gildea 0
's
London 30
flat
35 34 , some local letters and , finally , two square envelopes , with the remark , as he 31
turned away on his 31
round .
' My 0
word !
Mrs Gildea 0
, those letters seem to have done a bit of globe-trotting on their own , do n't they ! '
For the envelopes were covered with directions , some in Japanese and Chinese hieroglyphics , some in official red ink from various postoffices 36
, a few with the distinctive markings of British Legations and Government Houses 37
where the Special Correspondent 25
should have stayed , but did not -- Only her 25
own name showing through the obliterations , and a final re-addressing by the Bank of
Leichardt 's Land 39
38 .
Mrs Gildea 0
recognised the impulsive , untidy but characteristic handwriting of Lady Bridget O'Hara 25
.
' From Biddy 25
at last ! '
she 0
exclaimed , tore the flap of number one letter , paused and laid it aside .
' Business first . '
So she 0
went carefully through the editorial communication .
Mr Gibbs 18
was not quite so tiresome as she 0
had feared he 18
would be .
After him 18
, the packet from was inspected and its contents laid aside for future perusal .
Next , she 0
tackled the local letters .
One was embossed with the Bank of
Leichardt 's Land 39
38 stamp and contained a cablegram originally despatched from Rome 40
, which had been received at Vancouver 41
and , thence , had pursued her 0
-- first along the route originally designed , afterwards , with zigzagging , retrogression and much delay , along the one she 0
had taken .
That it had reached her 0
at all , said a good deal for Mrs Gildea 0
's fame as a freely paragraphed newspaper correspondent 57
.
The telegram was phrased thus : SORRY IMPOSSIBLE NO FUNDS OTHER REASONS WRITING BIDDY 25
Mrs Gildea 0
's illuminative ' H 'm ! '
implied that her 0
two inductions had been correct .
No funds -- and other reasons -- meaning -- a MAN 42
.
She 0
scented instantly another of Biddy 25
's tempestuous love-affairs .
Had it been merely a question of lack of money with inclination goading , she 0
felt pretty certain that Lady Bridget 25
would have contrived to beg , borrow or steal -- on a hazardous promissory note , after the happy-go-lucky financial morals of that section of society to which by birth
she 25
belonged
43 .
Or , failing these means , that she 25
would have threatened some mad enterprise and so have frightened Eliza 27
Countess of Gaverick 28
into writing a cheque for three figures .
Of course , less would have been of no account .
Mrs Gildea 0
opened the two envelopes and sorted the pages in order of their dates .
The first had the address of a house in South Belgravia 44
, where lived Sir Luke Tallant of
the Colonial Office 46
45 and Rosamond 47
-- distant connections of
the Gavericks 48
56 .
Lady Bridget 25
's letters were type-written , most carelessly , with the mistakes corrected down the margin of the flimsy sheets in the manner of author 's proof -- the whole appearance of them suggesting literary ' copy ' .
Likewise , the slapdash epistolary style of the MS. , which had a certain vividness of its own .
CHAPTER 2 ' Dearest Joan 0
, You 0
'll have got my 25
wire .
Vancouver 41
was right , I 25
suppose .
I 25
sent it from Rome 40
.
Since then I 25
have been at Montreux 49
with Chris 50
and Molly 51
, and since I 25
came back to England 52
with them 53
, I 25
've been in too chaotic a state of mind to write letters .
Really , Chris 50
and Molly 51
's atmosphere of struggling to keep in the swim on next to nothing a year and of eking out a precarious income by visits to second-rate country houses 54
and cadging on their 53
London 30
friends
55 gets on my 25
nerves to such an extent that Luke 45
and Rosamond 47
's established " Colonial Office " sort of respectability is quite refreshing by contrast .