He turned towards her with a smile.
"I know that very well, Ethne," he said gently.
Ethne drew a breath of relief, and the anxiety passed for a little while from her face.
"It was kind of Mrs.Adair," he resumed, "but it is rather hard on you, who would like to be back in your own country.

I remember very well a sentence which Harry Feversham--" He spoke the name quite carelessly, but paused just for a moment after he had spoken it.

No expression upon his face showed that he had any intention in so pausing, but Ethne suspected one.

He was listening, she suspected, for some movement of uneasiness, perhaps of pain, into which she might possibly be betrayed.
But she made no movement.

"A sentence which Harry Feversham spoke a long while since," he continued, "in London just before I left London for Egypt.