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Or a son with the contradictions and weaknesses, without the gifts, of his father? Men have different ways of challenging the future. But that particular way called paternity had never in his most optimistic moments appealed to Manisty. And of course Eleanor understood him! He had not been ungrateful. No! he knew well enough that he had the power to make a woman's hours pass pleasantly.
The maid brought lemonade and milk, brushed Lucy's long hair and made all straight and comfortable. When her tendance was over she looked at the door and then at Lucy. 'Miss Manisty said, Miss, I was to see you had your key handy. It's there all right but it is the door that's wrong. Never saw such flimsy things as the doors in all this place.
Edward Manisty, however, was not apparently consoled by her remarks. He began to pace up and down the salon in a disturbance out of all proportion to its cause. And as he walked he threw out phrases of ill-humour, so that at last Miss Manisty, driven to defend herself, put the irresistible question 'Then why why my dear Edward, did you make me invite her?
'Come here' she said, drawing him back towards her. 'Come and let us talk. Meanwhile Manisty and Father Benecke were climbing the long hill, on the return from their walk. There had been no full confidence between these two. Manisty's pride would not allow it. There was too sharp humiliation at present in the thought of that assurance with which he had spoken to Benecke by the river-side.
In talking about the matter to Vanbrugh Neal in the salon after dinner he broke out into some expression of disgust as to the waste of time involved in much of his work of the winter. The two friends were in a corner of the vast room; and Manisty spoke in an undertone. But his voice had the carrying and penetrating power of his personality.
On the dressing-table there were still lying the two terra-cotta heads from Nemi, the Artemis, and the Greek fragment with the clear brow and nobly parted hair, in which Manisty had seen and pointed out the likeness to Lucy. Eleanor recalled his words in the garden his smiling, absorbed look as the girl approached. Yes! it was like her.
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.
Station full of people for the 2.45. Train taken off nothing till 4.45. Never saw such a confusion! and the Capo-stazione as rude as he could be. I say! what's the matter? He drew up sharp in front of them. 'We'll tell you presently, my dear fellow, said Manisty peremptorily. 'But now just help us to get Miss Foster home. What a mercy you thought of bringing a horse! 'Why!
At last, two days after his arrival, he got an hour to himself while Manisty and Father Benecke were walking, and Lucy was with the Contessa. He began to question her eagerly as to the future. With whom was she to pass the remainder of the year and where? 'With my father and Aunt Pattie of course, said Eleanor, smiling. 'It will be Scotland I suppose till November then London.
The villa sank into a convent-like quiet; for in a week, ten days, the book was perhaps to be finished. Miss Manisty, as the crisis approached, kept a vigilant eye on Mrs. Burgoyne.
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