Surely, thought Willoughby, he sees. His eyes were
upon them; he stood easily, as though he were about to speak. Even
Ethne, though she very well knew that he did not see, began to doubt her
knowledge.
"Ethne!" he said again, and this time in the quiet voice which he had
first used. But since again no answer came, he shrugged his shoulders
and turned towards the creek. His back was towards them now, but Ethne's
experience had taught her to appreciate almost indefinable signs in his
bearing, since nowadays his face showed her so little. Something in his
attitude, in the poise of his head, even in the carelessness with which
he swung his stick, told her that he was listening, and listening with
all his might. Her grasp tightened on Willoughby's arm. Thus they
remained for the space of a minute, and then Durrance turned suddenly
and took a quick step towards the seat. Ethne, however, by this time
knew the man and his ingenuities; she was prepared for some such
unexpected movement. She did not stir, there was not audible the merest
rustle of her skirt, and her grip still constrained Willoughby.
"I wonder where in the world she can be," said Durrance to himself
aloud, and he walked back and out of the enclosure.
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