When he saw Dalgetty there, still peacefully sewing, his look of anxiety cleared again.
'All right ?' he said to her.
'She hasn't moved, sir.

Miss Manisty's just been to ask, but I told her it's the best sleep Miss Alice has had this many a day.

After all, that stuff do seem to have done her good.' 'Well, Eleanor--shall we go and look after Miss Foster ?'--he said, returning to her.
They entered the garden with cheered countenances.

The secret terror of immediate and violent outbreak which had possessed Manisty since the morning subsided; and he drew in the _ponente_ with delight.
Suddenly, however, as they turned into the avenue adorned by the battered bust of Domitian, Manisty's hand went up to his eyes.

He stopped; he gave a cry.
'Good God!'-- he said--'She is there!' And halfway down the shadowy space, Eleanor saw two figures, one white, the other dark, close together.
She caught Manisty by the arm.
'Don't hurry!--don't excite her!' As they came nearer, they saw that Lucy was still in the same low chair where Manisty had left her.