The news was soon known through the whole district.

And now it seems the people hate me.

They will do nothing for me.

Nay, if they could, they would willingly do me an injury.' The flush had died out of the old cheeks.

He stood bareheaded before them, the tonsure showing plainly amid his still thick white locks--the delicate face and hair, like a study in ivory and silver, thrown out against the deep shadows of the Sassetto.
'Father, won't you sit down and tell me about it all ?' said Eleanor gently.
'You didn't send me away, you know--the other day--at the villa.' The priest sighed and hesitated.