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He looked a little annoyed, and he made his apologies without mentioning the doctor's name. His cousin was interested enough in him already to ask herself what this meant. Did he really dislike Benjulia, and had there been some disagreement between them? "Was the tall doctor so very interesting?" she ventured to inquire. "Not in the least!"
Gallilee opened the door for him. "By the-bye," he added, as he stepped out, "what's become of Zo?" "She's upstairs, in the schoolroom." He made one of his dreary jokes. "Tell her, when she wants to be tickled again, to let me know. Good-evening!" Mr. Gallilee returned to the upper part of the house, with the papers left by Benjulia in his hand. Arriving at the dressing-room door, he hesitated.
Gallilee might summon Benjulia to explain the slur which he had indirectly cast on the memory of Carmina's mother and might find, in the reply, some plausible reason for objecting to her son's marriage. Having rashly placed himself in this dilemma, Ovid unwisely escaped from it by the easiest way. "I don't think Benjulia a fit person," he said, "to be in the company of a young girl." Mrs.
After they had talked together for a while, the man withdrew. "There's a sick monkey in the gardens, in a room all by himself!" the child cried. "And, I say, look there!" She pointed excitedly to Benjulia and Ovid, walking on again slowly in the direction of the aviaries. "There's the big doctor who tickles me! He says he'll see the poor monkey, as soon as he's done with Ovid.
It is only the truth to say that I am interested in Miss Carmina's welfare. I felt the sincerest respect and affection for her parents. You knew them too. They were good people. On reflection you must surely regret it, if you have carelessly repeated a false report? Won't you help me to clear the poor mother's memory of this horrid stain?" Benjulia smoked in silence.
He looked with alarm at the ghastly face of the cook as she ran past him, making for the kitchen stairs. "I'm afraid I intrude on you at an unfortunate time," he said to Benjulia. "Pray excuse me; I will call again." "Come in, sir." The doctor spoke absently, looking towards the hall, and thinking of something else. The gentleman entered the room. "My name is Mool," he said.
At last in her inmost heart, she knew it the victory over herself was a victory won. Carmina could trust her now; and Ovid himself should see it! Mr. Null returned to the sitting-room alone. Doctor Benjulia had no time to spare: he had left the bedroom by the other door. We recognise the new symptoms, without feeling alarm." Having issued this bulletin, Mr.
But, what they can have to do with chemical experiments, secretly pursued in a lonely field, is a riddle to which I have thus far found no answer. "Is he married?" Carmina inquired. The question seemed to amuse Ovid. "If Doctor Benjulia had a wife, you think we might get at his secrets? There is no such chance for us he manages his domestic affairs for himself."
Mool attached to the copy of the confession a brief statement of the circumstances under which the Italian had become possessed of it. He then added these lines, addressed to Benjulia: "You set the false report afloat. I leave it to your sense of duty, to decide whether you ought not to go at once to Mrs. Gallilee, and tell her that the slander which you repeated is now proved to be a lie.
He might as well have appealed to the sympathy of the table at which they were sitting. Benjulia was absolutely incapable of understanding the state of mind which those words revealed. "Can you take these papers to your wife?" he asked. "I called here this evening being the person to blame to set the matter right. As it is, I leave her to make the discovery for herself.
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