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He had put his questions rather to himself than to his companion, and he was not sure that he wished her to answer them. He walked abruptly away from her and leaned upon the balustrade with his face towards the garden. It seemed to him rather treacherous to allow Mrs. Adair to disclose what Ethne herself evidently intended to conceal. But he knew why Ethne wished to conceal it.
She, however, lagged, and when she spoke it was in a despondent voice. "So you are going," she said. "In two days' time you will be at Wiesbaden and Ethne at Glenalla. We shall all be scattered. It will be lonely here."
On the quay-side Ethne was waiting for him in her dog-cart; she gave him the hand and the smile of a comrade. "You are surprised to see me," said she, noting the look upon his face. "I always am," he replied. "For always you exceed my thoughts of you;" and the smile changed upon her face it became something more than the smile of a comrade.
She had sat listening, and the music as it floated out upon the garden with its thrill of happiness, its accent of yearning, and the low, hushed conversation which followed upon its cessation in that darkened room, had struck upon a chord of imagination in Mrs. Adair and had kindled her jealousy into a scorching flame. Then suddenly Ethne had taken flight. The possibility of a quarrel Mrs.
Once he stopped when he was opposite to the church, set high above the road upon his right hand, and wondered whether Ethne was still at Ramelton whether old Dermod was alive, and what kind of welcome he would receive. But he waked in a moment to the knowledge that he was sitting upon his horse in the empty road and in the quiet of an August morning.
Ethne was too tried by the strain of those last hours, and Feversham had learned from that one failure of her endurance, from the drawn aspect of her face and the depths of pain in her eyes, how deeply he had wounded her. He no longer said, "I have lost her," he no longer thought of his loss at all. He heard her words, "I wonder whether it is right that one should suffer so much pain."
Durrance had, no doubt come to ask questions, and diplomacy would be needed to elude them. Captain Willoughby had no mind to meddle any further in the affairs of Miss Ethne Eustace. Feversham and Durrance must fight their battle without his intervention.
"Have I no reason to distrust you? Why did you tell me of Captain Willoughby's coming? Why did you interfere?" "I thought you ought to know." "But Ethne wished the secret kept. I am glad to know, very glad. But, after all, you told me, and you were Ethne's friend." "Yours, too, I hope," Mrs. Adair answered, and she exclaimed: "How could I go on keeping silence? Don't you understand?" "No."
"That there are things which cannot be hid, I suppose," said Feversham. For a little while Ethne did not speak. The languorous music floated into the hall, and the trees whispered from the garden through the open door. Then she shook his arm gently, uttered a breathless little laugh, and spoke as though she were pleading with a child. "I don't think you understand, Harry.
Adair if you go up the steps on to the terrace," said Ethne. "I came to see Miss Eustace." Ethne turned back to him with surprise. "I am Miss Eustace." The stranger contemplated her in silence. "So I thought." He twirled first one moustache and then the other before he spoke again. "I have had some trouble to find you, Miss Eustace. I went all the way to Glenalla for nothing.
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