I suggested an outhouse, and we conducted the creature thither in
procession, hearing by the way that the kangaroo's mother had been
shot, and that the animal itself, then very young, and no bigger than
a cat, had taken Harold's open shirt front for her pouch and leaped
into his bosom, and that it had been brought up to its present
stature tame at Boola Boola. Viola went with us, fed the kangaroo,
and was so much interested and delighted, that she could hardly go
away, Eustace making her a most elaborate and rather absurd bow,
being evidently much impressed by the carriage and liveried servants
who were waiting for her.

"Like the Governor's lady!" he said. "And I know, for I've been to a
ball at Government House."

He plainly cared much more for appearances than did Harold. He was
not so tall, much slighter, with darker hair, rather too shiny, and a
neatly turned up moustache, a gorgeous tie and watch chain, a
brilliant breast pin, a more brilliant ring, and a general air that
made me conclude that he regarded himself as a Sydney beau. But
Harold, in his loose, rough grey suit, was very different. His
height was extraordinary, his breadth of chest and shoulder equally
gigantic, though well proportioned, and with a look of easy strength,
and, as Viola had said, his head was very much what one knows as the
Lion Heart's, not Marochetti's trim carpet knight, but Vertue's
rugged portrait from the monument at Fontevrand. There was the same
massive breadth of feature, large yet not heavy, being relieved by
the exceeding keenness and quickness of the light but very blue eyes,
which ssemed to see everywhere round in a moment, as men do in wild
countries. The short thick yellow curly beard and moustache veiled
the lower part of the face; but the general expression, when still,