pportunity, he was going to ask Polly to be his wife.

Doubts beset him of course. How could he suppose that a girl who knew
nothing of him, who had barely seen him, would either want or consent
to marry him? And even if--for "if's" were cheap--she did say yes,
would it be fair of him to take her out of a comfortable home, away
from friends--such as they were!--of her own sex, to land her in these
crude surroundings, where he did not know a decent woman to bear her
company? Yet there was something to be said for him, too. He was very
lonely. Now that Purdy had gone he was reduced, for society, to the
Long Jims and Ococks of the place. What would he not give, once more to
have a refined companion at his side? Certainly marriage might postpone
the day on which he hoped to shake the dust of Australia off his feet.
Life A DEUX would mean a larger outlay; saving not prove so easy. Still
it could be done; and he would gladly submit to the delay if, by doing
so, he could get Polly. Besides, if this new happiness came to him, it
would help him to see the years he had spent in the colony in a truer
and juster light. And then, when the hour of departure did strike, what
a joy to have a wife to carry with one--a Polly to rescue, to restore
to civilisation!

He had to remind himself more than once, during this fortnight, that
she would be able to devote only a fraction of her day to flagmaking.
But he was at the end of his tether by the time a parcel and a letter
were left for him at the store--again by hand: little Polly had plainly
no sixpences to spare. The needlework as perfect, of course; he hardly
glanced at it, even when he had opened and read the letter. This was of
the same decorous nature as the first. Polly returned a piece of stuff
that had remained over. He had really sent material enough for two
flags, she wrote; but she had not wished to keep him waiting so long.
And then, in a postscript:

MR. SMITH WAS HERE LAST SUNDAY. I AM TO SAY MRS. BEAMISH WOULD BE VERY
PLEASED IF YOU ALSO WOULD CALL AGAIN TO SEE US.

He ran the flag up to the top of his forty-foot staff and wrote:--

WHAT I WANT TO KNOW, MISS POLLY, IS, WOULD YOU BE GLAD TO SEE ME?

But Polly was not to be drawn.

WE SHOULD ALL BE VERY PLEASED.

Some days previously Mahony had addressed a question to, Henry Ocock.
With this third letter from Polly, he held the lawyer's answer in his
hand. It was unsatisfactory.

YOURSELF ATS. BOLLIVER.