Feversham, however, lingered in the hall with Ethne.

She understood why.
"There is no need," she said, standing with her back to him as she lighted a candle, "I have told my father.

I told him everything." Feversham bowed his head in acquiescence.
"Still, I must wait and see him," he said.
Ethne did not object, but she turned and looked at him quickly with her brows drawn in a frown of perplexity.

To wait for her father under such circumstances seemed to argue a certain courage.

Indeed, she herself felt some apprehension as she heard the door of the study open and Dermod's footsteps on the floor.