So it had seemed to Durrance that night as he had sat listening while Ethne's face was turned away.

So it seemed to him now when he knew that her face was still to be turned away for all his days.

He had drawn a thought from her playing which he was at some pains to keep definite in his mind.

The true music cannot complain.
Therefore it was that as he rode the next morning into the Row his blue eyes looked out upon the world from his bronzed face with not a jot less of his usual friendliness.

He waited at half-past nine by the clump of lilacs and laburnums at the end of the sand, but Harry Feversham did not join him that morning, nor indeed for the next three weeks.