Mr.Manisty spoke to her from below.

Lucy fancied she caught her own name, and drew back indignant with herself for listening.
Then a sound of wheels--the opening of the iron gate--the driving up of another carriage--some shouting between Alfredo and Andreina--and it was all over.

The villa was at peace again.
Lucy drew herself to her full height, in a fierce rigidity of self-contempt.

What was she still listening for--still hungering for?
What seemed to have gone suddenly out of heaven and earth, with the cessation of one voice?
She fell on her knees beside her bed.

It was natural to her to pray, to throw herself on a sustaining and strengthening power.