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Adair stood by that stile for a long while after he had gone. She had shot her bolt and hit no one but herself and the man for whom she cared. She realised that distinctly. She looked forward a little, too, and she understood that if Durrance did not, after all, keep Ethne to her promise and marry her and go with her to her country, he would come back to Guessens. That reflection showed Mrs.
There was nothing in his gait or bearing to reveal that the one thing left to him had that evening been taken away. Durrance found his body-servant waiting up for him when he had come across the fields to his own house of "Guessens." "You can turn the lights out and go to bed," said Durrance, and he walked through the hall into his study.
Adair, I imagine, who proposed this plan that I should come home to Guessens and that you should stay with her here across the fields?" Ethne was puzzled by the question, but she answered it directly and truthfully. "I was in great distress when I heard of your accident. I was so distressed that at the first I could not think what to do.
He took the night mail into Devonshire the same evening, and reached his home before midday. Within the drawing-room at The Pool, Durrance said good-bye to Ethne. He had so arranged it that there should be little time for that leave-taking, and already the carriage stood at the steps of Guessens, with his luggage strapped upon the roof and his servant waiting at the door.
Adair, in spite of her perplexities, took her share in the talk, and that dinner passed with a freedom from embarrassment unknown since Durrance had come home to Guessens.
"I suppose Ethne has told you of our plan," she said, as she took her tea from her friend's hand. "No, not yet," Ethne answered. "What plan?" asked Durrance. "It is all arranged," said Mrs. Adair. "You will want to go home to Guessens in Devonshire. I am your neighbour a couple of fields separate us, that's all. So Ethne will stay with me during the interval before you are married."
And the restlessness had grown upon him, so that "Guessens," even when he had inherited it with its farms and lands, had remained always in his thoughts as a place to come home to rather than an estate to occupy a life. He purposely exaggerated that restlessness now, and purposely set against it words which Feversham had spoken and which he knew to be true.
"I am going to see a specialist here to-morrow," Durrance answered. "And, of course, there's the oculist at Wiesbaden. But it may not be necessary to go so far. I expect that I shall be able to stay at Guessens and come up to London when it is necessary. Thank you very much, Mrs. Adair. It is a good plan." And he added slowly, "From my point of view there could be no better."
"You disliked Major Castleton so much?" he exclaimed. "I never knew him." "Yet you are glad that he is dead?" "I am quite glad," said Ethne, stubbornly. She made another slip when she spoke thus of Major Castleton, and Durrance did not pass it by unnoticed. He remembered it, and thought it over in his gun-room at Guessens.
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