The priest perceived it.
'Don't leave us, madame, on my account.

I have no secrets, and I know that you are acquainted with some at least of my poor history.

But perhaps I am intruding; I am in your way ?' He looked round him in bewilderment.

It was evident to Eleanor that he had come to Manisty in a condition almost as unconscious of outward surroundings as that of the sleep-walker.

And she and Manisty, on their side, as they stood looking at him, lost the impression of the bodily man in the overwhelming impression of a wounded spirit, struggling with mortal hurt.
'Come and sit down,' she said to him gently, and she led him to a chair.
Then she went into the next room, poured out and brought him a cup of coffee.