Harriett enjoyed her drive exceedingly.  Dr. Grant knew who lived in a great many houses that they passed, and they carried with them the great subject of agreeable conversation in themselves.  The Derbyshire country and the Highland scenery was compared and contrasted with the Victorian, very much to the disadvantage of the latter, which, indeed, did not look its best, but its very worst at this time.  Mr. Ballantyne’s station Harriett confessed to be rather prettily situated; but things in the house were much rougher than she had expected, and the house itself was of a very irregular and primitive style of architecture—­the slab hut enlarged so as to be tolerably commodious; yet, still, the very house that the squatter had built, partly with his own hands, in the early days of the colony.  He had not been a fortunate man, but he had got his head above water since the gold discoveries; and he was not so imprudent as to involve himself again by building a handsome house so long as the old one would do.  Mrs. Ballantyne had an overweening opinion of the advantages of English society and English education, and received Miss Phillips with an amount of adulation quite beyond anything she had ever met with in her life; which was all the more effective from its being perfectly sincere.  Her own children were but half educated, and very deficient in acquired manner; and they too looked with awe on Mr. Phillips’s English sister, who was so self-possessed and so fashionably dressed.  To a person less conscious of her own superiority, Mrs. Ballantyne’s profuse apologies for everything and everybody would have been rather painful; but Harriett received them graciously, and told Dr. Grant that she felt quite delighted with this first specimen of bush hospitality, and with his Scotch friends.

Dr. Grant on his side was exceedingly proud of his companion, and felt quite sure of his success with her; he never had been so agreeable as during this long drive, and when they appeared at Wiriwilta, on the second day, in time for an early tea, both travellers were full of spirits, and not at all tired.  Mr. Phillips was not at home, and not expected for some days.  Jane was somewhat surprised by the appearance of Miss Phillips under such care, but received her politely and kindly.

Dr. Grant had to go home to attend to business, but promised to ride across to Wiriwilta, as soon as possible, to see if Miss Phillips had not suffered any fatigue from the long journey over such rough roads.

It was rather flat at the station for Harriett on the following day.  She was disappointed with the house, for though it was a great deal better than Mrs. Ballantyne’s, it was not so large or so convenient as she had expected.  She could not take any interest in the many things which the children showed her, which they thought so beautiful—­their pet animals, the few wild flowers they could find at this season of the year, their. dear old trees, their pretty walks, the native boy Jim, Mrs. Bennett’s baby, and the curious windmill that Mr. Tuck had made for them with his clasp knife and some twigs.  She could not be troubled with such childish talk; she wanted rational conversation; but when Jane Melville sat beside her, and conversed in her own quiet sensible way, she felt even that to be unsatisfactory.