Spoiler : "...we'd been in the house three weeks when the letter came. July. It was drowsy weather. There was so much to do, the new house, curtains and... we worked very hard. We went to bed before dark every day, tired out. By the same post, I got a letter from Mary. Forgetting Australia for the moment, I was deep in their everlasting news when something made me look up. I looked down again and then back once more at Arthur's face. I wasn't sure, then, what I saw there. I only knew that whatever it was, it wasn't good."