From the beginning he had always instinctively appealed from the pamphleteer to the man.

Manisty had been frank, brutal even.

But notwithstanding, the sensitive yet strong intelligence of the priest had gone straight for some core of thought in the Englishman that it seemed only he divined.

And it was clear that his own utter selflessness--his poetic and passionate detachment from all the objects of sense and ambition--made him a marvel to Manisty's more turbid and ambiguous nature.

There had been a mystical attraction between them from the first; so that Manisty, even when he was most pugnacious, had yet a filial air and way towards the old man.
Eleanor too had often felt the spell.