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It was as though she had settled some question with herself, and settled it entirely to Lucy Foster's advantage. Not much indeed could be done for the stranger while the stress of Manisty's work lasted. Aunt Pattie braced herself once or twice, got out the guide-books and took her visitor into Rome to see the sights.
He understood perfectly that the catastrophe of his own life could have no vital interest for a man absorbed as Manisty was then absorbed. He submitted to its being made a topic, a passe-temps. Moreover, he forgave, he had always forgiven Manisty's dominant attitude towards the forces which had trampled on himself.
I heard him say so to Eleanor. 'And now I suppose he will condescend to go back to politics? 'I know nothing of Mr. Manisty's affairs. The young man threw her a glance first of distrust then of something milder and more friendly. They turned back to the convent together, Lucy answering his questions as to the place, the people, the Contessa, and so forth.
But her heart turned to Eleanor; and it was Eleanor's voice in her ears that alone commanded and absolved her. As they strolled home, Manisty's mood was of the wildest and gayest. He would hear of no despair about his cousin. 'We will take her home you and I. We will get the very best advice. It isn't it shan't be as bad as you think!
Manisty dealt with his sister the night before? What weapon was in Alice Manisty's hand? Lucy remembered no more after that moment at the door, when Manisty had rushed to her relief, bidding her go to Mrs. Burgoyne. He himself had not been hurt, or Mrs. Burgoyne would have told her. Ah! he had surely been kind, though strong. Her eyes filled.
The voice was Lucy Manisty's. "Good heavens, no! Artists and judges together. The gate of art is a deal straiter than the gate of Heaven." Boden caught Victoria's laugh. "Let him alone," he said, indulgently. "His is the only aristocracy I can stand with apologies to my hostess." "Oh, we're done for," said Victoria, quietly.
How well she remembered Manisty's rage over the spoliation of the convent and the ruin of the chapel! He had gone stalking over the deserted place, raving against 'those brigands from Savoy, and calculating how much it would cost to buy back the place from the rascally Municipio of Orvieto, to whom it now belonged, and return it to its former Carmelite owners.
Manisty came hurrying back from the staircase, and crossed the library to the passage-room beyond. When he saw Dalgetty there, still peacefully sewing, his look of anxiety cleared again. 'All right? he said to her. 'She hasn't moved, sir. Miss Manisty's just been to ask, but I told her it's the best sleep Miss Alice has had this many a day. After all, that stuff do seem to have done her good.
'Domine, in caelo misericordia tua judicia tua abyssus multa! Recalling what he knew of Mrs. Burgoyne's history and of Manisty's, his mind trained in the subtleties of moral divination soon reconstructed the whole story. Clearly the American lady now staying with Mrs. Burgoyne who had showed towards himself such a young and graceful pity was the other woman. He felt instinctively that Mrs.
Reggie Brooklyn maintained a lively chatter all the time, mostly at Manisty's expense. Eleanor Burgoyne first laughed at his sallies, then gently turned her head in a pause of the general advance and searched the crowd pressing at their heels. Lucy's eyes followed hers, and there far behind, carried forward passively in a brown study, losing ground slightly whenever it was possible, was Manisty.
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