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For nothing could he more curious than the change in Manisty's manner towards the most constant of companions and secretaries. He had given up all continuous work at his book; he talked now of indefinite postponement; and it seemed as if with the change of plan Mrs. Burgoyne had dropped out of the matter altogether. He scarcely consulted her indeed; he consulted Mr. Neal. Mr.
As she spoke Eleanor said to herself that in all probability Lucy knew nothing of Manisty's discovery of the weapon in Alice's hand. While she was helping the girl to bed, Lucy, in her dazed and shivering submission, was true to her natural soberness and reserve. Instead of exaggerating, she had minimised what had happened.
I should just hate it myself and I felt it once or twice at Florence. And so you understand don't you? she said imploringly. Miss Manisty's small eyes examined her with anxiety. 'What an extraordinary girl! she thought. 'Is she going to be a great bore? At the same time the girl's look so open, sweet and modest disarmed and attracted her. She shrugged her shoulders with a smile.
The final effect of this discord, however, was an effect of power of personality of something that claimed and held attention. So at least it was described by Manisty's friends. Manisty's enemies, of whom the world contained no small number, had other words for it. But women in general took the more complimentary view.
But supposing it were not so supposing Lucy could be reached and affected by Manisty's pursuit, still Eleanor was safe. She knew well what had been the effect, what would now be the increasing effect of her weakness and misery on Lucy's tender heart. By the mere living in Lucy's sight she would gain her end.
To-day, at breakfast, and in the train, he had hardly spoken to her. Yet mysteriously Lucy felt herself threatened, hard pressed. Alice Manisty's talk in that wild night haunted her ear. Her hand, cold and tremulous, shook on her knee. Even the voice of the Ambassador startled her. After luncheon the Ambassador's guests fell into groups on the large shady lawn of the Embassy garden.
Burgoyne had been so kind and friendly during the whole planning and making of this dress, the girl, perhaps, had inevitably expected a keener interest in its completion. She answered in some discomfort: 'I am afraid Miss Manisty's not coming. I saw Benson just now. Her headache is still so bad. 'Ah! said Eleanor, absently, rummaging among her gloves; 'this scirocco weather doesn't suit her.
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.
But in this lonely path all was silence and woody fragrance; the honeysuckles threw breaths across their path; tall orchises, white and stately, broke here and there from the darkness of the banks. In spite of pain and weakness her senses seemed to be flooded with beauty. A strange peace and docility overcame her. 'You are better? said Manisty's voice beside her.
Manisty's lower jaw dropped a little. A sombre bitterness veiled the eyes fixed upon the distant vistas of the garden. 'I hate my old house, he said slowly. 'Its memories are intolerable. My father was a very eminent person, and had many friends. His children saw nothing of him, and had not much reason to love him. My mother died there of an illness it is appalling to think of.
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