I know that she has not forgotten Harry."
Lieutenant Sutch leaned back in his chair and smiled. He could have
laughed outright. He asked for no details, he did not doubt Durrance's
words. He was overwhelmed with pride in that Harry Feversham, in spite
of his disgrace and his long absence,--Harry Feversham, his favourite,
had retained this girl's love. No doubt she was very true, very loyal.
Sutch endowed her on the instant with all the good qualities possible to
a human being. The nobler she was, the greater was his pride that Harry
Feversham still retained her heart. Lieutenant Sutch fairly revelled in
this new knowledge. It was not to be wondered at after all, he thought;
there was nothing astonishing in the girl's fidelity to any one who was
really acquainted with Harry Feversham, it was only an occasion of great
gladness. Durrance would have to get out of the way, of course, but then
he should never have crossed Harry Feversham's path. Sutch was cruel
with the perfect cruelty of which love alone is capable.
"You are very glad of that," said Durrance, quietly. "Very glad that
Ethne has not forgotten him. It is a little hard on me, perhaps, who
have not much left.
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