"They spoke for a few moments, and then Ethne led him towards the trees, at once, without looking back—as though she had forgotten," said Mrs. Adair. That little stab she had not been able to deny herself, but it evoked no sign of pain.
"As though she had forgotten me, you mean," said Durrance, quietly completing her sentence. "No doubt she had."
"They went together into the little enclosed garden on the bank," and Durrance started as she spoke. "Yes, you followed them," continued Mrs. Adair, curiously. She had been puzzled as to how Durrance had missed them.
"They were there then," he said slowly, "on that seat, in the enclosure, all the while."
Mrs. Adair waited for a more definite explanation of the mystery, but she got none.
"Well?" he asked.
"They stayed there for a long while. You had gone home across the fields before they came outside into the open. I was in the garden, and indeed happened to be actually upon the bank."
"So you saw Captain Willoughby. Perhaps you spoke to him?"
"Yes. Ethne introduced him, but she would not let him stay. She hurried him into his boat and back to Kingsbridge at once."
"Then how do you know Captain Willoughby brought good news of Harry Feversham?"