"You'll marry a squatter, of course, Miss Daly?"

"I don't suppose I shall ever marry any body, Mr. Medlicot."

"You wouldn't marry any one but a squatter? I can quite understand
that. The squatters here are what the lords and the country
gentlement are at home."

"I can't even picture to myself what sort of life people live at
home." Both Medlicot and Kate Daly meant England when they spoke of
home.

"There isn't so much difference as people think. Classes hang
together just in the same way; only I think there's a little more
exclusiveness here than there was there."

In answer to this, Kate asserted with innocent eagerness that she was
not at all exclusive, and that if ever she married any one she'd
marry the man she liked.

"I wish you'd like me," said Medlicot.

"That's nonsense," said Kate, in a low, timid whisper, hurrying away
to rejoin the other ladies. She could speculate on the delights of
the beverage as would Mickey O'Dowd in his hut; but when it was first
brought to her lips she could only fly away from it. In this respect
Mickey O'Dowd was the more sensible of the two. No other word was
spoken that night between them, but Kate lay awake till morning
thinking of the one word that had been spoken. But the secret was
kept sacredly within her own bosom.