On the other hand, she took a frank pleasure in his company, and she led him to speak of his three years' service in the East.

No detail was too insignificant for her inquiries, and while he spoke her eyes continually sounded him, and the smile upon her lips continually approved.

Durrance did not understand what she was after.
Possibly no one could have understood unless he was aware of what had passed between Harry Feversham and Ethne.

Durrance wore the likeness of a man, and she was anxious to make sure that the spirit of a man informed it.

He was a dark lantern to her.