There was a gleam of inquiry in the old man's faded eyes, but it seemed that speech itself was a difficulty.
"You have news for me ?" he asked, after some hesitation.

"News of Harry Feversham?
I thought that I would ask you before you went away." "None," said Durrance.
"I am sorry," replied Dermod, wistfully, "though I have no reason for sorrow.

He struck us a cruel blow, Colonel Durrance .-- I should have nothing but curses for him in my mouth and my heart.

A black-throated coward my reason calls him, and yet I would be very glad to hear how the world goes with him.

You were his friend.