Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
It was a kind and manly letter, expressing far more personal sympathy with Benecke than Manisty had ever yet allowed himself a letter wholly creditable indeed to the writer, and marked with a free and flowing beauty of phrase that brought home to Eleanor at every turn his voice, his movements, the ideas and sympathies of the writer.
All her talk of you and your health! I must go away at once because it would startle and disturb you to see me. She had already found out by chance that I was here she had begged Father Benecke to use his influence with me not to insist on seeing you not to come to the convent. It was the most amazing, the most inexplicable thing! What in the name of fortune does it mean? Are we all mad?
Manisty, it appeared, had taken coffee with Father Benecke at six, and had then strolled up the Sassetto path with his cigarette. Lucy had been out since the first church bells. Father Benecke reported his meeting with her on the road. Eleanor listened to him with a sort of gay self-restraint. 'Yes I know' she said, nodding 'I know.
It was Father Benecke, and he emerged on the road just in front of the padre parroco. The old priest took off his hat. Eleanor saw the sensitive look, the slow embarrassed gesture. The padre parroco passed without looking to the right or left. All the charming pliancy of the young figure had disappeared. It was drawn up to a steel rigidity. Eleanor smiled and sighed. 'David among the Philistines!
The scrutiny of it was perhaps somewhat imperious. The younger lady walked past stiffly with her eyes on the ground. Eleanor and Father Benecke were naturally silent as they passed. Eleanor had just begun to speak again when she heard herself suddenly addressed in French. She looked up in astonishment and saw that the old lady had returned and was standing before her.
'Then how do you explain the young lady's disappearance? he asked, after a pause. Manisty laughed. But the note was bitter. 'Father! I shall make her explain it herself. 'She is not alone? 'No my cousin Mrs. Burgoyne is with her. Benecke observed him, appreciated the stiffening of the massive shoulders.
Lucy hastily disclaimed any knowledge of Father Benecke and his affairs. 'They're very simple' said Manisty. 'Father Benecke is a priest, but also a Professor. He published last year a rather Liberal book very mildly liberal some evolution some Biblical criticism just a touch! And a good deal of protest against the way in which the Jesuits are ruining Catholic University education in Germany.
That I may make less noise in dying? Well! one would like to go without ugliness and fuss. I might as well be dead now, I am so broken so full of suffering. How I hide it all from that child! And what is the use of it of living a single day or hour more? She was angry with Father Benecke; but she took care to see him again.
Her eyes moved back to Father Benecke; she bent forward and held out both her hands. 'Father I forgive you! Let us make peace. He took the small fingers into his large palms with a gratitude that was at once awkward and beautiful. 'I don't know yet' he said, in a deep perplexity 'whether I absolve myself. 'You will soon know, she said almost with gaiety.
She had never yet seen him visited by a like compunction. It was curious indeed to see that Father Benecke himself was not affected by Manisty's attitude. From the beginning he had always instinctively appealed from the pamphleteer to the man. Manisty had been frank, brutal even.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking