His back was towards them now, but Ethne's experience had taught her to appreciate almost indefinable signs in his bearing, since nowadays his face showed her so little.

Something in his attitude, in the poise of his head, even in the carelessness with which he swung his stick, told her that he was listening, and listening with all his might.

Her grasp tightened on Willoughby's arm.

Thus they remained for the space of a minute, and then Durrance turned suddenly and took a quick step towards the seat.

Ethne, however, by this time knew the man and his ingenuities; she was prepared for some such unexpected movement.