Rather hard on a man whose leave is short!" "I am very sorry," said Ethne, with a smile; "but why have you been put to this trouble ?" Again the stranger curled a moustache.

Again his eyes dwelt vacantly upon her before he spoke.
"You have forgotten my name, no doubt, by this time." "I do not think that I have ever heard it," she answered.
"Oh, yes, you have, believe me.

You heard it five years ago.

I am Captain Willoughby." Ethne drew sharply back; the bright colour paled in her cheeks; her lips set in a firm line, and her eyes grew very hard.

She glowered at him silently.
Captain Willoughby was not in the least degree discomposed.