Harry Feversham had, so far as she knew and meant, gone forever
completely out of her life. Therefore her wish was an honest one. But it
was not an exact answer to Durrance's question, and she hoped that again
he would listen to the intonation, rather than to the words. However, he
seemed content with it.
"Thank you, Ethne," he said, and he took her hand and shook it. His face
smiled at her. He asked no other questions. There was not a doubt, she
thought; his suspicions were quieted; he was quite content. And upon
that Mrs. Adair came with discretion into the room.
She had the tact to greet Durrance as one who suffered under no
disadvantage, and she spoke as though she had seen him only the week
before.
"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."
"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Adair," Durrance exclaimed; "because, of
course, there will be an interval.
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