They accompanied him through the library to the glass passage.
'Keep me informed,' said Manisty, wringing him by the hand; 'and tell me if there is anything I can do.'
Eleanor said some parting words of sympathy. The priest bowed to her with a grave courtesy in reply.
'It will be as God wills,' he said gently; and then went his way in a sad abstraction.
Eleanor was left a moment alone. She put her hands over her heart, and pressed them there. 'He suffers from such high things!'—she said to herself in a sudden passion of misery—'and I?'
* * * * *
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.'
'Well, Eleanor—shall we go and look after Miss Foster?'—he said, returning to her.