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'All right, Dalgetty? he said, stooping to her, and speaking in a whisper. 'I think and hope she's asleep, sir, said the maid, in his ear 'I have heard nothing this half-hour. Manisty looked relieved, repeated his injunctions to be watchful, and went back to the salon. Dalgetty presently heard his voice in the distance, mingling with those of the priest and Mrs. Burgoyne.
That night she woke from a troubled sleep with a stifled cry of horror. In her dreams she had been wrestling with Manisty, trying to thrust him back with all the frenzied force of her weak hands. But he had wrenched himself from her hold. She saw him striding past her aglow, triumphant. And that dim white form awaiting him and the young arms outstretched! 'No, no! False!
There was a review of it in the "Springfield Republican" I guess they will have sent it you. But' her voice took a shy note 'do you remember that piece about the wedding feast at Cana where you imagined the people going home afterwards over the hill paths how they talked, and what they felt? 'I remember something of the sort, said Manisty I wrote it at Nazareth in the spring.
That is not the way in which women of her type understand life. But to-day the frank forces of the girl's nature felt themselves harassed and crippled. She sat with downcast eyes, constrainedly listening and sometimes replying. No it was very true. Mr. Manisty was not of her world. He had relations, friendships, affairs, infinitely remote from hers none of which could mean anything to her.
Manisty's second cousin she had lost her husband and child in some frightful accident she was not going to marry Mr. Manisty at least nobody said so and though she went to mass, she was not a Catholic, but on the contrary a Scotch Presbyterian, by birth, being the daughter of a Scotch laird of old family one General Delafield Muir ?
The meal passed under a cloud of anxiety. For once Manisty exerted himself to make talk, but not with much success. As the ladies left the dining-room, he detained Lucy. 'Would it be too hot for you in the garden now? Would you mind returning there? Lucy fetched her hat.
They were lightly given, without the smallest pedantry, but Manisty hardly answered them. He walked eagerly to Lucy Foster, whose shy intense gratitude, covering an inward fear that he had spent far, far too much money upon her, and that she had indecorously provoked his bounty, was evidently attractive to him.
Did she feel that Lucy had in some way unwarrantably and ambitiously interfered with them? At any rate, Lucy had divined the unspoken inference 'You must have given him encouragement! and behind it perhaps? the secret ineradicable pride of family and position that held her no fitting match for Edward Manisty.
Manisty smoked in silence. Then he said, as though summing up his own thoughts, 'No, there are plenty of dangers ahead. This war has shaken the Sabaudisti for the moment. Socialism is serious. Sicily is serious. The economic difficulties are serious. The House of Savoy will have a rough task, perhaps, to ride the seas that may come. But Italy is safe.
Some quiet tears fell she hoped, she believed that they were unseen. But Manisty perceived them. He gave not the smallest direct sign; he began at once to talk of other things in a quite other vein. But underlying his characteristic whims and sallies she was presently conscious of a new and exquisite gentleness.
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