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The governess replied by a look. She too had seen the change in Mrs. Gallilee's manner, and was at a loss to understand it. Mrs. Gallilee's maid Marceline belonged to a quick-tempered race: she was a Jersey woman. It is not easy to say which of the two felt most oppressed by their enforced companionship in the carriage. The maid was perhaps the most to be pitied.
After all, is it too much to have suggested that he was a human anomaly on the roll of attorneys? Mrs. Gallilee made her appearance in the library and Mr. Mool's pulse accelerated its beat. Mrs. Gallilee's son followed her into the room and Mr. Mool's pulse steadied itself again. By special arrangement with the lawyer, Ovid had been always kept in ignorance of his mother's affairs.
Gallilee's first words were now spoken, in a whisper. The inner fury of her anger, struggling for a vent, began to get the better of her she gasped for breath and speech. "Do you know this letter?" she said. Carmina looked at the writing.
Just as he was looking away again, he heard Mrs. Gallilee's loud voice. She was administering a maternal caution to one of the children. "Behave better here than you behaved in the carriage, or I shall take you away." If she found him in his present place if she put her own clever construction on what she saw her opinion would assuredly express itself in some way.
In one word, all that sympathy and indulgence could do to invite Ovid's confidence, was unobtrusively and modestly done. Never had the mistress of domestic diplomacy reached her ends with finer art. In the afternoon, a messenger delivered Benjulia's reply to Mrs. Gallilee's announcement of her son's contemplated journey despatched by the morning's post.
Doubtful, and more than doubtful, though it might be, the bare prospect of finding herself possessed, before the day was out, of a means of action capable of being used against Carmina, raised Mrs. Gallilee's spirits. She was ready at last to attend to her correspondence. One of the letters was from her sister in Scotland. Among other subjects, it referred to Carmina.
Gallilee's motives might not be found, in that latter part of the Will which she had failed to overhear was as present as ever in the governess's mind. "The learned lady is not infallible," she thought as she entered Mrs. Gallilee's room. "If one unwary word trips over her tongue, I shall pick it up!" Mrs. Gallilee's manner was encouraging at the outset.
And, what is far more serious in my estimation, your honoured name is associated with a failure! Don't notice me the artist nature I shall be better in a minute." He took out a profusely-scented handkerchief, and buried his face in it with a groan. Mrs. Gallilee's hard common sense understood the heart-broken composer to perfection.
When the time came for speaking, they exercised an influence over each other, of which both were alike unconscious. Out of their common horror of Mrs. Gallilee's conduct, and their common interest in Carmina, they innocently achieved between them the creation of one resolute man. "My dear Gallilee, this is a very serious thing." "My dear Mool, I feel it so or I shouldn't have disturbed you."
And here I am in London again, after God knows how many years. No matter. We will enjoy ourselves to-day; and when we go to Madam Gallilee's to-morrow, we will tell a little lie, and say we only arrived on the evening that has not yet come." The duenna's sense of humour was so tickled by this prospective view of the little lie, that she leaned back in her chair and laughed.
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