One of the two
was old, the other comparatively young, and the younger man was most
curious to discover how his elder had managed to live through the
dragging profitless years alone. The same sort of lonely life lay
stretched out before Durrance, and he was anxious to learn what
alleviations could be practised, what small interests could be
discovered, how best it could be got through.
"You don't live within sight of the sea," he said at last as they stood
together, after making the round of the garden, at the door.
"No, I dare not," said Sutch, and Durrance nodded his head in complete
sympathy and comprehension.
"I understand. You care for it too much. You would have the full
knowledge of your loss presented to your eyes each moment."
They went into the house. Still Durrance did not refer to the object of
his visit. They dined together and sat over their wine alone. Still
Durrance did not speak. It fell to Lieutenant Sutch to recur to the
subject of Harry Feversham. A thought had been gaining strength in his
mind all that afternoon, and since Durrance would not lead up to its
utterance, he spoke it out himself.
"Harry Feversham must come back to England.
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