In the same spot where he had sought for news of Feversham news had now come to him--only he did not know.

He was in the dark; he could not appreciate that here was news which, however little it might trouble the historian, touched his life at the springs.

He dismissed the paragraph from his mind, and sat thinking over the conversation which had passed that afternoon between Ethne and himself, and without discouragement.
Ethne had mentioned Harry Feversham, it was true,--had asked for news of him.

But she might have been--nay, she probably had been--moved to ask because her father's last words had referred to him.

She had spoken his name in a perfectly steady voice, he remembered; and, indeed, the mere fact that she had spoken it at all might be taken as a sign that it had no longer any power with her.