"Yes," answered Sutch, and he rose from his chair. "I will start as soon
as you give me the letters."
"I have them already written."
"Then I will start to-morrow. You may be sure I will let both you and
Miss Eustace know how the attempt progresses."
"Let me know," said Durrance, "but not a whisper of it to Ethne. She
knows nothing of my plan, and she must know nothing until Feversham
comes back himself. She has her point of view, as I have mine. Two lives
shall not be spoilt because of her. That's her resolve. She believes
that to some degree she was herself the cause of Harry Feversham's
disgrace--that but for her he would not have resigned his commission."
"Yes."
"You agree with that? At all events she believes it. So there's one life
spoilt because of her. Suppose now I go to her and say: 'I know that you
pretend out of your charity and kindness to care for me, but in your
heart you are no more than my friend,' why, I hurt her, and cruelly. For
there's all that's left of the second life spoilt too. But bring back
Feversham! Then I can speak--then I can say freely: 'Since you are just
my friend, I would rather be your friend and nothing more.
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