Alfredo admitted the caller, and Dalgetty presently perceived a tall priest standing in the library.

He was an old man with beautiful blue eyes, and he seemed to Dalgetty to have a nervous timid air.
Alfredo had gone to ask Mr.Manisty whether he could receive this gentleman--and meanwhile the stranger stood there twisting his long bony hands, and glancing about him with the shyness of a bird.
Presently Alfredo came back, and conducted the priest to the salon.
He had not been gone five minutes before Mr.Manisty appeared.

He came through the library, and stood in the doorway of the passage room where she sat.
'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.
Now she had nothing left to amuse her but the view through the glass passage to the balcony and the lake.

It was hot, and she was tired of her sewing.