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He asked me to go to you when I had an opportunity, and I had no opportunity before. To tell the truth, I thought it very likely that I might find Feversham had come back before me." "Oh, no," returned Ethne, "there could be no possibility of that. The other two feathers still remain to be redeemed before he will ask me to take back mine." Willoughby shook his head.
Yet the old man smiled, the mother beat time with her heavy foot, and nodded at her husband with pride in their daughter's accomplishment. And again in the throng the ill-conditioned talk, the untranslatable jests of the Arabs and the negroes went their round. It was horrible, don't you think?" "Yes," answered Ethne, but slowly, in an absent voice.
But up to the last hour of his visit no further reference was made to Harry Feversham by either Ethne or Durrance, although they were thrown much into each other's company. For Dermod was even more broken than Mrs. Adair's description had led Durrance to expect.
She hurried him into his boat and back to Kingsbridge at once." "Then how do you know Captain Willoughby brought good news of Harry Feversham?" "Ethne told me that they had been talking of him. Her manner and her laugh showed me no less clearly that the news was good." "Yes," said Durrance, and he nodded his head in assent.
No expression upon his face showed that he had any intention in so pausing, but Ethne suspected one. He was listening, she suspected, for some movement of uneasiness, perhaps of pain, into which she might possibly be betrayed. But she made no movement. "A sentence which Harry Feversham spoke a long while since," he continued, "in London just before I left London for Egypt.
"You did not fail," said Ethne, quietly; "it was only I who failed." She blamed herself most bitterly. She had set herself, as the one thing worth doing, and incumbent on her to do, to guard this man from knowledge which would set the crown on his calamities, and she had failed. He had set himself to protect her from the comprehension that she had failed, and he had succeeded.
For I still believed, and as firmly as ever, that there must be more than friendship on both sides. But I had grown selfish. I warned you, Ethne, selfishness was the blind man's particular fault. I waited and deferred the time of marriage. I made excuses. I led you to believe that there was a chance of recovery when I knew there was none.
Mrs. Adair could be good company when she chose, and she chose now. But it was not to any purpose. "I don't believe that you hear a single word I am saying!" she exclaimed. Ethne laughed and pleaded guilty. She betook herself to her room as soon as lunch was finished, and allowed herself an afternoon of solitude.
Ethne and the man from the boat turned away and disappeared amongst the trees, leaving Durrance forgotten and alone. Mrs. Adair thought at once of that enclosure at the water's edge. The conversation lasted for some while, and since the couple did not promptly reappear, a question flashed into her mind. "Could the stranger be Harry Feversham?" Ethne had no friends in this part of the world.
He spoke gazing into the stream. "To Wadi Halfa. For two years. I suppose so." Ethne kneeled upon the grass at his side. "I shall miss you," she said. She was kneeling just behind him as he sat on the ground, and again there fell a silence between them. "Of what are you thinking?" "That you need not miss me," he said, and he was aware that she drew back and sank down upon her heels.
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