"You will want to go home to Guessens in Devonshire.

I am your neighbour--a couple of fields separate us, that's all.

So Ethne will stay with me during the interval before you are married." "That's very kind of you, Mrs.Adair," Durrance exclaimed; "because, of course, there will be an interval." "A short one, no doubt," said Mrs.Adair.
"Well, it's this way.

If there's a chance that I may recover my sight, it would be better that I should seize it at once.

Time means a good deal in these cases." "Then there is a chance ?" cried Ethne.
"I am going to see a specialist here to-morrow," Durrance answered.
"And, of course, there's the oculist at Wiesbaden.