But she knew well that Manisty's ear was listening all the time for every sound in the direction of his sister's room; his anxieties indeed betrayed themselves in every restless movement as he sat with averted head--listening.
Presently he got up, and with a hurried 'Excuse me an instant'-- he left the room.
Father Benecke ceased to speak, his lips trembling.

To find himself alone with Mrs.Burgoyne embarrassed him.

He sat, folding his soutane upon his knee, answering in monosyllables to the questions that she put him.

But her sympathy perhaps did more to help him unpack his heart than he knew; for when Manisty returned, he began to talk rapidly and well, a natural eloquence returning to him.

He was a South German, but he spoke a fine literary English, of which the very stumbles and occasional naivetes had a peculiar charm; like the faults which reveal a pure spirit even more plainly than its virtues.
He reached his climax, in a flash of emotion-- 'My submission, you see--the bare fact of it--left my cause intact.