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Has Carmina seen the telegram?" Mr. Null explained. He had just come from Carmina. In his medical capacity, he had thought it judicious to try the moral effect on his patient of a first allusion to the good news. He had only ventured to say that Mr. Ovid's agents in Canada had heard from him on his travels, and had reason to believe that he would shortly return to Quebec.
"When she thinks of Carmina now, she thinks without hope." He shuddered. The expression of his own fear was in those words and he shrank from it. Miss Minerva took his hand, and led him to a chair. "Ovid will know best," she reminded him; "let us wait for what Ovid will say." "Did you meet him on board the vessel?" Mr. Gallilee asked. "Yes." "How did he look?"
"Surely, you see me in my new character now? A single gentleman wants a bedroom. His habits are quiet, and he gives excellent references. The address, Mrs. Gallilee may I trouble you for the address?" Towards seven o'clock on the evening of Thursday, Carmina recognised Teresa for the first time.
He seemed to have more feeling for the monkey than for you or me. It was certainly kind of him to take the poor creature home, and try what he could do with it. Are you sure he is a great chemist?" Ovid stopped. Such a question, from Carmina, sounded strange to him. "What makes you doubt it?" he said. "You won't laugh at me, Ovid?" "You know I won't!" "Now you shall hear.
Let me know it, and I shall be ready I might almost say, glad to go." "Have you read her letter, Teresa? Am I wrong in feeling that this poor wounded heart has surely some claim on me? If I am wrong, oh, what am I to do? what am I to do?" The last lines addressed by Carmina to her old nurse were completed on the seventeenth of August, and were posted that night.
Maria's going to say grace. Amen! Amen!" They all rose from the table. Mr. Gallilee was the first to open the door. The smoking-room at Fairfield Gardens was over the kitchen; he preferred enjoying his cigar in the garden of the Square. He looked at Carmina and Ovid, as if he wanted one of them to accompany him. They were both at the aviary, admiring the birds, and absorbed in their own talk. Mr.
"No bad news?" he asked anxiously, when Carmina opened the telegram. "Good news! the best of good news!" she answered impetuously. Mr. Gallilee looked as happy as if the welcome telegram had been addressed to himself. On his way out of the room, he underwent another relapse. The footman's audacious breach of trust began to trouble him once more: this time in its relation to Mrs. Gallilee.
Your gentle influence, Carmina, has a power of its own over those who love you and who loves you like Teresa? of which perhaps you are not yourself aware. Use your power discreetly; and, with the blessing of God and his Saints, I have no fear of the result. "Write to me, my child, when Teresa arrives and let me hear that you are happier, and better in health.
Ovid followed her to the bookcase. "Has Carmina conquered you?" he said. She put her book back in its place. "Carmina has conquered me," she answered. "You say it coldly." "What does that matter, if I say it truly?" The struggle in him between hope and fear burst its way out. "Oh, mother, no words can tell you how fond I am of Carmina! For God's sake take care of her, and be kind to her!"
Don't be alarmed, Ovid; Miss Minerva will look after them. In the meantime, Carmina, tell your good old friend to get ready." Carmina hastened away, and so helped Mrs. Gallilee to the immediate object which she had in view a private interview with her son. Ovid anticipated a searching inquiry into the motives which had led him to give up the sea voyage.
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