And then, chaos!' 'But the flood is truth!' said the old man, gazing at Manisty.

There was a spot of red on each wasted cheek.
Manisty shrugged his shoulders, then dropped his eyes upon the ground, and sat pondering awhile in a moody silence.

Eleanor looked at him in some astonishment.

It was as though for the first time his habitual paradox hurt him in the wielding--or rather as though he shrank from using what was a conception of the intellect upon the flesh and blood before him.

She had never yet seen him visited by a like compunction.
It was curious indeed to see that Father Benecke himself was not affected by Manisty's attitude.