“Imagine any one brought up like Iris Dearn actually preferring Australia to London--it is as bad as liking briar-roses better than orchids!” And the speaker allowed her large dark eyes, now cold with scorn, to wander round the crowded reception rooms, decorated with the rare flowers she had just named. “Yes, it _is_ rather peculiar, Lady Maud,” replied the thin, elderly man she had addressed, moving one of his wrinkled, well-manicured hands. “Still, Australia is a very fascinating country. It is the baby-nation, of course; but the baby is able to toddle now and it has most charming--though perhaps a little wilful and wayward--baby ways. I believe it also shows signs of great intelligence; …
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