"No doubt she had."
"They went together into the little enclosed garden on the bank," and
Durrance started as she spoke. "Yes, you followed them," continued Mrs.
Adair, curiously. She had been puzzled as to how Durrance had missed
them.
"They were there then," he said slowly, "on that seat, in the enclosure,
all the while."
Mrs. Adair waited for a more definite explanation of the mystery, but
she got none.
"Well?" he asked.
"They stayed there for a long while. You had gone home across the fields
before they came outside into the open. I was in the garden, and indeed
happened to be actually upon the bank."
"So you saw Captain Willoughby. Perhaps you spoke to him?"
"Yes. Ethne introduced him, but she would not let him stay. She hurried
him into his boat and back to Kingsbridge at once."
"Then how do you know Captain Willoughby brought good news of Harry
Feversham?"
"Ethne told me that they had been talking of him. Her manner and her
laugh showed me no less clearly that the news was good."
"Yes," said Durrance, and he nodded his head in assent. Captain
Willoughby's tidings had begotten that new pride and buoyancy in Ethne
which he had so readily taken to himself.
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