I am sure his soul is beautiful--like his face.' 'His poor face! You don't know how changed he is.' 'Ah! the _carabiniere_ told me last night.

He is excommunicated,' said Lucy, under her breath.
And she repeated her conversation with the handsome Antonio.

Eleanor capped it with the tale of the children.
'It's his book,' said Lucy, frowning.

'What a tyranny!' They were both silent.

Lucy was thinking of the drive to Nemi, of Manisty's words and looks; Eleanor recalled the priest's last visit to the villa and that secret storm of feeling which had overtaken her as she bade him good-bye.
But when Lucy speculated on what might have happened, Eleanor hardly responded.