Not a sound was to be heard; and she resumed her sewing.
* * * * * Meanwhile Manisty and Eleanor were busy with Father Benecke.

The poor priest had come full of a painful emotion, which broke its bounds as soon as he had Manisty's hand in his.
'You got my letter ?' he said.

'That told you my hopes were dead--that the sands for me were running out ?--Ah! my kind friend--there is worse to tell you!' He stood clinging unconsciously to Manisty's hand, his eyes fixed upon the Englishman's face.
'I had submitted.

The pressure upon me broke me down.

I had given way.