She was struck with the difference between his mood of the day, and that brilliant and eager homage he had lavished on the old Cardinal in the villa garden.

What a man of change and fantasy! Here it was he _qui tendait la joue_.

Cold, distant, dreamy--one would have thought him either indifferent or hostile to the whole great pageant and its meanings.
Only once did Lucy see him bestir himself--show a gleam of animation.
A white-haired priest, all tremulous dignity and delicacy, stood for a moment beside the rope-barrier, waiting for a friend.

Manisty bent over and touched him on the arm.

The old man turned.