She had heard his name mentioned several times at the Villa, and always with an emphasis that marked it out from other names.

And she understood from various signs that before finally passing his proofs for publication, Mr.Manisty had taken advantage of his old friend's coming to Rome to ask his opinion on them.
How brilliant was the April day on the high terrace of the Aventine _trattoria_! As Lucy and Aunt Pattie stood together beside the little parapet looking out through the sprays of banksia rose that were already making a white canopy above the restaurant tables, they had before them the steep sides and Imperial ruins of the Palatine; the wonderful group of churches on the Coelian; the low villa-covered ridges to the right melting into the Campagna; and far away, the blue, Sabine mountains--'suffused with sunny air'-- that look down with equal kindness on the refuge of Horace, and the oratory of St.Benedict.What sharpness of wall and tree against the pearly sky--what radiance of blossom in the neighbouring gardens--what ruin everywhere, yet what indomitable life! Beneath on a lower terrace, Manisty and Mr.Vanbrugh Neal were walking up and down.
'He's such a clever man,' sighed Aunt Pattie, as she looked down upon them.
'But I do hope he won't discourage Edward.' Whereupon she glanced not at Manisty but at Eleanor, who was sitting near them, pretending to talk to Reggie Brooklyn--but in reality watching the conversation below.
Presently some other guests arrived, and amongst them the tall and fine-faced priest who had spoken to Manisty in St.Peter's.

He came in very shyly.

Eleanor Burgoyne received him, made him sit by her, and took charge of him till Manisty should appear.

But he seemed to be ill at ease with ladies.