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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."
I mean even if you should decide to remain alone at Glenalla." Ethne made no pretence to ignore the suggestion of his words. "We are neither of us children," she said; "you have all your life to think of. We should be prudent." "Yes," said Durrance, with a sudden exasperation, "but the right kind of prudence. The prudence which knows that it's worth while to dare a good deal." Ethne did not move.
She did not expressly agree. But a certain humility became audible in her voice. "The mountain village at which Ethne is living," she said in a low voice, "is called Glenalla. A track strikes up towards it from the road halfway between Rathmullen and Ramelton." She rose as she finished the sentence and held out her hand. "Shall I see you?" "You are still in Hill Street?" said Durrance.
"It would hurt me if I thought you proposed this plan because you felt I would be happier at Glenalla." "No, that is not the reason," Durrance answered, and he answered quite truthfully. He felt it necessary for both of them that they should separate. He, no less than Ethne, suffered under the tyranny of perpetual simulation.
"The fifteenth," said Durrance; and Ethne repeated the date meditatively. "I was at Glenalla all February," she said. "What was I doing on the fifteenth? It does not matter." She had felt a queer sort of surprise all the time while Willoughby was telling his story that morning, that she had not known, by some instinct, of these incidents at the actual moment of their occurrence.
But I cannot remember that friendship now. I can only think that if he had been the true man we took him for, you would not have waited alone in that dark passage during those six hours." He turned again to the centre of the room and asked abruptly: "You are going back to Glenalla?" "Yes." "You will live there alone?" "Yes." For a little while there was silence between them.
It's a poor mountain village is Glenalla, and no place for Miss Eustace, at all, at all. Perhaps you will be wanting to see her?" "Yes. I shall be glad if you will order my horse to be brought round to the door," said the man; and he rose from the table to put an end to the interview. The landlady, however, was not so easily dismissed. She stood at the door and remarked:
"So Lennon House has been burned down? When was that?" "Five years ago," the landlady returned, "just five years ago this summer." And she proceeded, without further invitation, to give a voluminous account of the conflagration and the cause of it, the ruin of the Eustace family, the inebriety of Bastable, and the death of Dermod Eustace at Glenalla. "But we hope to see the house rebuilt.
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.
He had put himself to a long, hard test; and he knew that he had not failed. All that she saw; and her face lightened as she said: "It is not all harm which has come of these years. They were not wasted." But Feversham thought of her lonely years in this village of Glenalla and thought with a man's thought, unaware that nowhere else would she have chosen to live.
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