Feversham." At the
same time she held out her hand to the captain. "Good-bye," she said.
Mrs. Adair hastily interrupted.
"Colonel Durrance has gone home, but he dines with us to-night. I came
out to tell you that, but I am glad that I came, for it gives me the
opportunity to ask your friend to lunch with us if he will."
Captain Willoughby, who already had one leg over the bows of his boat,
withdrew it with alacrity.
"It's awfully good of you, Mrs. Adair," he began.
"It is very kind indeed," Ethne continued, "but Captain Willoughby has
reminded me that his leave is very short, and we have no right to detain
him. Good-bye."
Captain Willoughby gazed with a vain appeal upon Miss Eustace. He had
travelled all night from London, he had made the scantiest breakfast at
Kingsbridge, and the notion of lunch appealed to him particularly at
that moment. But her eyes rested on his with a quiet and inexorable
command. He bowed, got ruefully into his boat, and pushed off from the
shore.
"It's a little bit rough on me too, perhaps, Miss Eustace," he said.
Ethne laughed, and returned to the terrace with Mrs. Adair. Once or
twice she opened the palm of her hand and disclosed to her companion's
view a small white feather, at which she laughed again, and with a clear
and rather low laugh.
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