Then I understood why those things weren't ready while we were round.
For the next day or two Mary didn't take the slightest notice of me,and I kept out of her way.Jack said I'd disillusioned her --and hurt her dignity --which was a thousand times worse.
He said I'd spoilt the thing altogether.He said that she'd got an idea that I was shy and poetic,and I'd only shown myself the usual sort of Bush-whacker.
I noticed her talking and chatting with other fellows once or twice,and it made me miserable.I got drunk two evenings running,and then,as it appeared afterwards,Mary consulted Jack,and at last she said to him,when we were together --`Do you play draughts,Mr Barnes?'
`No,'said Jack.
`Do you,Mr Wilson?'she asked,suddenly turning her big,bright eyes on me,and speaking to me for the first time since last washing-day.
`Yes,'I said,`I do a little.'Then there was a silence,and I had to say something else.
`Do you play draughts,Miss Brand?'I asked.
`Yes,'she said,`but I can't get any one to play with me here of an evening,the men are generally playing cards or reading.'Then she said,`It's very dull these long winter evenings when you've got nothing to do.
Young Mr Black used to play draughts,but he's away.'
I saw Jack winking at me urgently.
`I'll play a game with you,if you like,'I said,`but I ain't much of a player.'
`Oh,thank you,Mr Wilson!When shall you have an evening to spare?'
We fixed it for that same evening.We got chummy over the draughts.
I had a suspicion even then that it was a put-up job to keep me away from the pub.
Perhaps she found a way of giving a hint to old Black without committing herself.Women have ways --or perhaps Jack did it.
Anyway,next day the Boss came round and said to me --`Look here,Joe,you've got no occasion to stay at the pub.
Bring along your blankets and camp in one of the spare rooms of the old house.
You can have your tucker here.'
He was a good sort,was Black the squatter:a squatter of the old school,who'd shared the early hardships with his men,and couldn't see why he should not shake hands and have a smoke and a yarn over old times with any of his old station hands that happened to come along.
But he'd married an Englishwoman after the hardships were over,and she'd never got any Australian notions.
Next day I found one of the skillion rooms scrubbed out and a bed fixed up for me.I'm not sure to this day who did it,but I supposed that good-natured old Black had given one of the women a hint.
After tea I had a yarn with Mary,sitting on a log of the wood-heap.
I don't remember exactly how we both came to be there,or who sat down first.
There was about two feet between us.We got very chummy and confidential.
She told me about her childhood and her father.
He'd been an old mate of Black's,a younger son of a well-to-do English family (with blue blood in it,I believe),and sent out to Australia with a thousand pounds to make his way,as many younger sons are,with more or less.They think they're hard done by;they blue their thousand pounds in Melbourne or Sydney,and they don't make any more nowadays,for the Roarin'Days have been dead these thirty years.I wish I'd had a thousand pounds to start on!
Mary's mother was the daughter of a German immigrant,who selected up there in the old days.She had a will of her own as far as I could understand,and bossed the home till the day of her death.Mary's father made money,and lost it,and drank --and died.Mary remembered him sitting on the verandah one evening with his hand on her head,and singing a German song (the `Lorelei',I think it was)softly,as if to himself.Next day he stayed in bed,and the children were kept out of the room;and,when he died,the children were adopted round (there was a little money coming from England).
Mary told me all about her girlhood.She went first to live with a sort of cousin in town,in a house where they took in cards on a tray,and then she came to live with Mrs Black,who took a fancy to her at first.
I'd had no boyhood to speak of,so I gave her some of my ideas of what the world ought to be,and she seemed interested.
Next day there were sheets on my bed,and I felt pretty cocky until I remembered that I'd told her I had no one to care for me;then I suspected pity again.
But next evening we remembered that both our fathers and mothers were dead,and discovered that we had no friends except Jack and old Black,and things went on very satisfactorily.
And next day there was a little table in my room with a crocheted cover and a looking-glass.
I noticed the other girls began to act mysterious and giggle when I was round,but Mary didn't seem aware of it.
We got very chummy.Mary wasn't comfortable at Haviland.
Old Black was very fond of her and always took her part,but she wanted to be independent.She had a great idea of going to Sydney and getting into the hospital as a nurse.She had friends in Sydney,but she had no money.There was a little money coming to her when she was twenty-one --a few pounds --and she was going to try and get it before that time.
`Look here,Miss Brand,'I said,after we'd watched the moon rise.
`I'll lend you the money.I've got plenty --more than I know what to do with.'
But I saw I'd hurt her.She sat up very straight for a while,looking before her;then she said it was time to go in,and said `Good-night,Mr Wilson.'
I reckoned I'd done it that time;but Mary told me afterwards that she was only hurt because it struck her that what she said about money might have been taken for a hint.She didn't understand me yet,and I didn't know human nature.I didn't say anything to Jack --in fact about this time I left off telling him about things.
He didn't seem hurt;he worked hard and seemed happy.
I really meant what I said to Mary about the money.It was pure good nature.
I'd be a happier man now,I think,and richer man perhaps,if I'd never grown any more selfish than I was that night on the wood-heap with Mary.I felt a great sympathy for her --but I got to love her.I went through all the ups and downs of it.
