He took it with an unsteady hand and put it down beside him untouched.

Then he looked at Manisty and began in detail the story of all that had happened to him since the letter in which he had communicated to his English friend the certainty of his condemnation.
Nothing could have been more touching than his absorption in his own case; his entire unconsciousness of anything in Manisty's mind that could conflict with it.

Eleanor turning from his tragic simplicity to Manisty's ill-concealed worry and impatience, pitied both.

That poor Father Benecke should have brought his grief to Manisty, on this afternoon of all afternoons! It had been impossible to refuse to see him.

He had come a pilgrimage from Rome and could not be turned away.