We understand each other .-- Eleanor!--what a prop, what a help you are!' She shrank into herself.

It was true indeed that she had passed through a good many disagreeable hours since Alice Manisty arrived, on her own account; for she had been left in charge several times; and she had a secret terror of madness.

Manisty had not given her much thanks till now.
His facile gratitude seemed to her a little tardy.

She smiled and put it aside.
* * * * * Manisty wrestled with his sister again that morning, while the other three ladies, all of them silent and perturbed, worked and read in the garden.
Lucy debated with herself whether she should describe what she had seen the night before.

But her instinct was always to make no unnecessary fuss.
What harm was there in sitting out of doors, on an Italian night in May?
She would not add to the others' anxieties.