He purposely exaggerated that restlessness now, and purposely set against it words which Feversham had spoken and which he knew to be true.

Ethne Eustace would hardly be happy outside her county of Donegal.

Therefore, even had things fallen out differently, as he phrased it, there might have been a clash.

Perhaps it was as well that Harry Feversham was to marry Ethne--and not another than Feversham.
Thus, at all events, he argued as he rode, until the riders vanished from before his eyes, and the ladies in their coloured frocks beneath the cool of the trees.

The trees themselves dwindled to ragged mimosas, the brown sand at his feet spread out in a widening circumference and took the bright colour of honey; and upon the empty sand black stones began to heap themselves shapelessly like coal, and to flash in the sun like mirrors.