Such
relief might be felt, she imagined, by a witness in a court when the
judge rises for his half-hour at luncheon-time. For the close of an
interview with Durrance left her continually with the sense that she had
just stepped down from a witness-box where she had been subjected to a
cross-examination so deft that she could not quite clearly perceive its
tendency, although from the beginning she suspected it.
The stranger at the same time advanced to her. He was a man of the
middle size, with a short snub nose, a pair of vacuous protruding brown
eyes, and a moustache of some ferocity. He lifted his hat from his head
and disclosed a round forehead which was going bald.
"I have sailed down from Kingsbridge," he said, "but I have never been
in this part of the world before. Can you tell me if this house is
called The Pool?"
"Yes; you will find Mrs. 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.
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