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Mr. Gallilee said. "Please don't!" His incredible rashness silenced his wife. There he stood; his round eyes staring at the cheque-book, his fat cheeks quivering with excitement. "You mustn't do it," he said, with a first and last outburst of courage. "Give me a minute, my dear oh, good gracious, give me a minute!" He searched in his pocket again, and produced another letter.
She, too, had been waiting her opportunity to speak, and she now took it not amiably. "With all possible respect, Mr. Gallilee, I venture to entreat that you will be a little more thoughtful, where the children are concerned. I beg your pardon, Mr. Le Frank, for interrupting you but it is really a little too hard on Me.
I tried vainly to speak I saw Miss Minerva rise to interfere I heard her say, 'Mrs. Gallilee, you forget yourself! Somehow, I got out of the room. On the landing, a dreadful fit of trembling shook me from head to foot. I sank down on the stairs. At first, I thought I was going to faint. No; I shook and shivered, but I kept my senses. I could hear their voices in the room. "Mrs. Gallilee began.
"I will do myself the honour of calling again," he said, "when you are better able to place the right estimate on my humble offers of service. I wouldn't fatigue you, Mrs. Gallilee, for the world! At the same time, permit me to put one last question which ought not to be delayed. When Miss Carmina left you, did she take away her writing-desk and her keys?" "No."
My mother's silence could only be accounted for in one way, when I had read Zo's letter. Don't you know, Mr. Gallilee, that the child wrote to Ovid?" The surprise and delight of Zo's fond old father, when he heard the story of the letter, forced a smile from Miss Minerva, even at that time of doubt and sorrow.
Once under the same roof with Carmina, he would leave it no more until life gave her back to him, or death took her away. Hearing of what had been done, Mr. Gallilee removed to Ovid's rooms the writing-desk and the books, the favourite music and the faded flowers, left by Carmina at Fairfield Gardens.
With a darkening face he rose, and walked up and down before her, struggling with himself. "This is my mother's doing," he said. His tone terrified her. The dread, present to her mind all through the interview, of making herself a cause of estrangement between mother and son, so completely overcame her that she even made an attempt to defend Mrs. Gallilee!
"Mother," he said, "I am leaving the one person in the world who is most precious to me, under your care." "Do you mean," Mrs. Gallilee asked, "that you and Carmina are engaged to be married?" "I mean that; and I am not sure that you approve of the engagement. Will you be plainer with me than you were on the last occasion when we spoke on this subject?" "When was that?" Mrs. Gallilee inquired.
"John Gallilee, 14 Fairfield Gardens, London, To " There the pen stopped. Ovid was still in the wilds of Canada. The one way of communicating with him was through the medium of the bankers at Quebec, To the bankers, accordingly, the message was sent. "Please telegraph Mr. Ovid Vere's address, the moment you know it." When the telegram had been sent to the office, an interval of inaction followed.
"She had barely said a few kind words, when Maria interrupted us, reminding her governess of the morning's lessons. 'Mrs. Gallilee has sent her, Miss Minerva whispered; 'I will return to you in the hour before the children's dinner. "The next person who appeared was, as we had both anticipated, Mrs. Gallilee herself.
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