Mrs.Adair could see him now.

His hands felt for and grasped the back of the chair.

He bent over it, as though he thought Ethne was leaning forward with her hands upon her knees.
"Ethne," he said again, and there was in this iteration of her name more trouble and doubt than surprise.

It seemed to Mrs.Adair that he dreaded to find her silently weeping.

He was beginning to speculate whether after all he had been right in his inference from Ethne's recapture of her youth to-night, whether the shadow of Feversham did not after all fall between them.