The passage of the years had not diminished his
great regard for Harry; he cared for him indeed with a woman's
concentration of love, and he could not endure that his memory should be
slighted.
"The case you and I know of is not quite in point," he argued. "You are
speaking of Harry Feversham."
"Who believed himself a coward, and was not one. He commits the fault
which stops his career, he finds out his mistake, he sets himself to the
work of retrieving his disgrace. Surely it's a case quite in point."
"Yes, I see," Sutch agreed. "There is another view, a wrong view as I
know, but I thought for the moment it was your view--that Harry fancied
himself to be a brave man and was suddenly brought up short by
discovering that he was a coward. But how did you find out? No one knew
the whole truth except myself."
"I am engaged to Miss Eustace," said Durrance.
"She did not know everything. She knew of the disgrace, but she did not
know of the determination to retrieve it."
"She knows now," said Durrance; and he added sharply, "You are glad of
that--very glad."
Sutch was not aware that by any movement or exclamation he had betrayed
his pleasure. His face, no doubt, showed it clearly enough, but Durrance
could not see his face.
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