At the bottom of the drawer there lay hidden a photograph, and at this she looked for a long while and very wistfully.
Durrance meanwhile walked down to the trap which was waiting for him at the gates of the house, and saw that Dermod Eustace stood in the road with his hat upon his head.
"I will walk a few yards with you, Colonel Durrance," said Dermod.

"I have a word for your ear." Durrance suited his stride to the old man's faltering step, and they walked behind the dog-cart, and in silence.

It was not the mere personal disappointment which weighed upon Durrance's spirit.

But he could not see with Ethne's eyes, and as his gaze took in that quiet corner of Donegal, he was filled with a great sadness lest all her life should be passed in this seclusion, her grave dug in the end under the wall of the tiny church, and her memory linger only in a few white cottages scattered over the moorland, and for a very little while.

He was recalled by the pressure of Dermod's hand upon his elbow.