It was evident that this was not the name which he had expected.

He took his eyes from hers and stared downwards at the carpet, so that she might not see his face.
"My father was always very fond of him," she continued gently, "and I think that I would like to know if you have any knowledge of what he is doing or where he is." Durrance did not answer nor did he raise his face.

He reflected upon the strange strong hold which Harry Feversham kept upon the affections of those who had once known him well; so that even the man whom he had wronged, and upon whose daughter he had brought much suffering, must remember him with kindliness upon his death-bed.

The reflection was not without its bitterness to Durrance at this moment, and this bitterness he was afraid that his face and voice might both betray.

But he was compelled to speak, for Ethne insisted.
"You have never come across him, I suppose ?" she asked.
Durrance rose from his seat and walked to the window before he answered.
He spoke looking out into the street, but though he thus concealed the expression of his face, a thrill of deep anger sounded through his words, in spite of his efforts to subdue his tones.
"No," he said, "I never have," and suddenly his anger had its way with him; it chose as well as informed his words.