Manisty and Mr.Neal were to follow by a later train.
No sooner were they speeding through the Campagna than Eleanor sank back in her corner with a long involuntary sigh.
'My dear--you are very tired!'-- exclaimed Miss Manisty.
'No.--' Mrs.Burgoyne took off the hat which had by now replaced the black veil of the morning, and closed her eyes.

Her attitude by its sad unresistingness appealed to Lucy as it had done once before.

And it was borne in upon her that what she saw was not mere physical fatigue, but a deep discouragement of mind and heart.

As to the true sources of it Lucy could only guess.

She guessed at any rate that they were somehow connected with Mr.Manisty and his book; and she was indignant again--she hardly knew why.