They met and spoke as though that day on which Willoughby had landed at the garden, and the evening when Ethne had played the Musoline Overture upon the violin, had been blotted from their experience.

Mrs.Adair was relieved at first, but when the sense of personal danger passed from her, and she saw that her interference had been apparently without effect, she began to be puzzled.

A little while, and she was both angry and disappointed.
Durrance, indeed, quickly made up his mind.

Ethne wished him not to know; it was some consolation to her in her distress to believe that she had brought happiness to this one man whose friend she genuinely was.
And of that consolation Durrance was aware.

He saw no reason to destroy it--for the present.