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Gallilee's boudoir was covered with letters. Her banker's pass-book and her cheque-book were on the desk; Mr. Gallilee's affairs having been long since left as completely in the hands of his wife, as if Mr. Gallilee had been dead. A sheet of paper lay near the cheque-book, covered with calculations divided into two columns.
Gallilee's authority at defiance! Some women in her place, would use them. Though she was not looking into the canister now, she felt that thought stealing back into her mind. There was but one hope for her: she resolved to get rid of the poison. How? At that period of the year, there was no fire in the grate.
If our way of removing the children had done the mischief, I should never have forgiven myself." He blushed, and said no more. Had Mr. Null noticed the slip of the tongue into which his agitation had betrayed him? Mr. Null did certainly look as if he was going to put a question. The lawyer desperately forestalled him. "May I ask how you came to apply to me for Mr. Gallilee's address?
In her brief experience of England, Mr. Gallilee was the one exhilarating element in family life. Mrs. Gallilee's mind still dwelt on her son's luggage, and on the rigorous punctuality of railway arrangements. "What is your servant about?" she said to Ovid. "It's his business to see that you are ready in time." It was useless to allow the false impression that prevailed to continue any longer.
Gallilee's grounds were being laid out for the benefit of her friend, the coachman took the carriage back to the stables; the maid went downstairs to tea; and Carmina joined Miss Minerva in the schoolroom all three being protected from discovery, by Mrs. Gallilee's rehearsal of her performance in the Comedy of Atoms.
Whether she might have been over-crammed with useless knowledge, was not a question in connection with the subject which occurred to anybody. "Rouse yourself, Zo," said Mr. Gallilee. "What did we have besides ices?" Gallilee's stumpy red hand, and held hard by it as if that was the one way in which a dull child could rouse herself, with a prospect of success.
"Can you tell me Mr. Gallilee's address?" "Certainly! Care of the Earl of Northlake " "Will you please write it in my pocket-book? I am so upset by this dreadful affair that I can't trust my memory." Such a confession of helplessness as this, was all that was wanted to rouse Mr. Mool. He rejected the pocket-book, and wrote the address on a telegram. "Return directly: your wife is seriously ill."
The lawyer had innocently decided her on taking the desperate course which Miss Minerva had proposed. If Mrs. Gallilee's assertion of her absolute right of authority, as guardian, had been declared by Mr. She would have consented to remain at Mrs. Gallilee's disposal until Ovid returned, on condition of being allowed, when Teresa arrived in London, to live in retirement with her old nurse.
His lips just touched Carmina's delicate little ear, while his mother turned away to ring the bell. "Expect me to-morrow," he whispered. "I love you! love you! love you!" He seemed to find the perfection of luxury in the reiteration of those words. When Ovid had left them, Carmina expected to hear something of her aunt's discovery in the Square. Mrs. Gallilee's innocence was impenetrable.
I was in a passion when I told her she was mad; but was I altogether wrong? Do you really think the poor creature is in her right senses? "Looking back at your letter, I see that you ask if I have made any new acquaintances. "I have been introduced to one of the sweetest women I ever met with. And who do you think she is? My other aunt Mrs. Gallilee's younger sister, Lady Northlake!
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