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'Dear Father Benecke, I have reason to know that Mr. Manisty is here is indeed staying with you. Mrs. Burgoyne is not aware of it and I am anxious that she should not be told. She wishes as I think she made clear to you to be quite alone here, and if she desired to see her cousins she would of course have written to them herself. She is too ill to be startled or troubled in any way.
'Father Benecke had no right to take matters into his own hands, said Lucy stubbornly. 'I think he was afraid I should die in my sins, said Eleanor wildly. 'He is an apostle he took the license of one. Lucy frowned, but did not speak. 'Lucy! what makes you so hard so strange? 'I am not hard. But I don't want to see Mr. Manisty again.
But she knew well that Manisty's ear was listening all the time for every sound in the direction of his sister's room; his anxieties indeed betrayed themselves in every restless movement as he sat with averted head listening. Presently he got up, and with a hurried 'Excuse me an instant' he left the room. Father Benecke ceased to speak, his lips trembling. To find himself alone with Mrs.
His eyes meanwhile and their observation of Manisty were not languid; seldom had the mild and spiritual face been so personal, so keen. 'Well, it is a great game, said Manisty again 'and we shan't see the end. Tell me how have they treated you the priests in these parts? Benecke started and shrank. 'I have no complaint to make, he said mildly. 'They seem to me good men.
Eleanor took the article and turned it over. But some inward voice told her that her role, of counsellor and critic was again played out. Suddenly Father Benecke said: 'I have submitted my reply to Mr. Manisty. I would like to show you what he says. Eleanor fell back in her chair. 'You know where he is? she cried. Her surprise was so great that she could not at once disguise her emotion.
She bade him good-night, and left him. With her feeble step she slowly mounted the Sassetto path, and it was some little time before her slender form and white dress disappeared among the trees. Father Benecke remained alone a prey to many conflicting currents of thought. For him too the hour had been strangely troubling and revolutionary.
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She helped Eleanor to alight without a word. But when they had reached Eleanor's cool and shaded room, and Eleanor was lying on her bed physically at rest, Lucy stood beside her with a quivering face. 'Did you tell him to go at once? Of course you have seen him? 'Yes, I have seen him. Father Benecke gave me notice. 'Father Benecke! said the girl with a tightening of the lip.
I mustn't mustn't be glad! she cried, gulping down a sob, hating, despising herself. Then she hurried on. With every step, she grew more angry with Father Benecke. At best, he must have been careless, inconsiderate. A man of true delicacy would have done more than keep his promise, would have actively protected him.
The following day Manisty, returning from a late walk with Father Benecke, parted from the priest on the hill, and mounted the garden stairway to the loggia. Lucy was sitting there alone, her embroidery in her hands. She had not heard him in the garden; and when he suddenly appeared she was not able to hide a certain agitation. She got up and began vaguely to put away her silks and thimble.
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