I very much wonder." "No," said Ethne, decisively.

"I shall not feel it, and he must not." The two lives, according to Mrs.Adair, were not the lives of Durrance and Harry Feversham, but of Durrance and Ethne herself.

There she was wrong; but Ethne did not dispute the point, she was indeed rather glad that her friend was wrong, and she allowed her to continue in her wrong belief.
Ethne resumed her watch at the window, foreseeing her life, planning it out so that never might she be caught off her guard.

The task would be difficult, no doubt, and it was no wonder that in these minutes while she waited fear grew upon her lest she should fail.

But the end was well worth the effort, and she set her eyes upon that.