14/41 Dalgetty brought a message excusing her, to which Manisty listened in silence. But she returned almost instantly, her little parchment face quivering with nervousness. 'Dalgetty will look after her.' The meal passed under a cloud of anxiety. For once Manisty exerted himself to make talk, but not with much success. There was only one short stretch of sun-beaten path to cross, and then, beyond, one entered upon the deep shade of the ilexes, already penetrated, at the turn of the day, by the first breaths of the sea-wind from the west. |