"Something can now be done."
Durrance was coming from the window of the drawing-room, and spoke as he
came, to warn her of his approach. "He was and is my friend; I cannot
leave him there. I shall write to-night to Calder. Money will not be
spared. He is my friend, Ethne. You will see. From Suakin or from
Assouan something will be done."
He put all the help to be offered to the credit of his own friendship.
Ethne was not to believe that he imagined she had any further interest
in Harry Feversham.
She turned to him suddenly, almost interrupting him.
"Major Castleton is dead?" she said.
"Castleton?" he exclaimed. "There was a Castleton in Feversham's
regiment. Is that the man?"
"Yes. He is dead?"
"He was killed at Tamai."
"You are sure--quite sure?"
"He was within the square of the Second Brigade on the edge of the great
gulley when Osman Digna's men sprang out of the earth and broke through.
I was in that square, too. I saw Castleton killed."
"I am glad," said Ethne.
She spoke quite simply and distinctly. The first feather had been
brought back by Captain Willoughby. It was just possible that Colonel
Trench might bring back the second.
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