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For some days she lived in terror, startled by the least sound upon the road. Then, as it seemed to Lucy, she resigned herself to trust in Father Benecke's discretion, influenced also no doubt by the sense of her own physical weakness, and piteous need of rest. And now in these first days of July their risk was no doubt much less than it had been.
Meanwhile Father Benecke's reserve had gradually yielded. He gave Eleanor a long troubled look, and said at last, very simply 'Madame, you see a man broken hearted He stopped, staring desolately at the ground. Then my letter appeared. And suddenly it all became clear to me. I cannot explain it. It was with me as it was with St. Paul: "Placuit Domino ut revelaret filium suum in me!"
My share in the work has been to put Miss Benecke's literal translation into a form suitable for publication, and to get into touch with the authors or their representatives, to whom I would now tender my grateful thanks for their courteous permission to issue this volume, viz. to Mme Glowacka, widow of 'Prus', to the sons of the late Mr.
But when Lucy speculated on what might have happened, Eleanor hardly responded. She fell into a dreamy silence from which it was difficult to rouse her. It was very evident to Lucy that Father Benecke's personal plight interested her but little. Her mind could not give it room.
As they drove along the Galleria di Sotto, Manisty seemed to be preoccupied. The carriage had interrupted him in the midst of reading a long letter which he still held crumpled in his hand. At last he said abruptly to Eleanor 'Benecke's last chance is up. He is summoned to submit next week at latest. 'He tells you so? 'Yes. He writes me a heart-broken letter. 'Poor, poor fellow!
He felt a tremor of revolt, so quick and strange was her assumption of power over both his destiny and Lucy's. But he suppressed it; made no reply. They turned the corner of the house. 'Your carriage can take ms up the hill, said Eleanor. 'You must ask Father Benecke's hospitality a little longer; and you shall hear from me to-night.
That brave, large-brained woman with whom she had just been talking; there was something in the atmosphere which the Contessa's personality shed round it, that made Eleanor doubly conscious of the fever in her own blood. As in Father Benecke's case, so here; she could only feel herself humiliated and dumb before these highest griefs the griefs that ennoble and enthrone.
'Miss Foster and I have been so long without hearing of our friends. Then she stooped over the letter. It seemed to her the ink was hardly dry on it that it was still warm from Manisty's hand. The date of it was only three days old. And the place from which it came? Cosenza? Cosenza in Calabria? Then he was still in Italy? She put the letter back into Father Benecke's hands.
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