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Gallilee became interested in looking at the fragments of manuscript. "What an awful mess!" he exclaimed. "May I try if I can read a bit?" Ovid smiled. "Try by all means; you will make one useful discovery at least you will see that the most patient men on the face of the civilised earth are Printers!" Mr. Gallilee tried a page and gave it up before he turned giddy.
He muttered under his breath, "Oh, bother!" Zo held out her plate for more. Mr. Gallilee was delighted. "My child all over!" he exclaimed. "We are both of us good feeders. Zo will grow up a fine woman." He appealed to his stepson to agree with him. "That's your medical opinion, Ovid, isn't it?" Carmina's pretty smile passed like rippling light over her eyes and her lips.
Gallilee spoke to her in English, and spoke to her in Italian and could make nothing of the experiment in either case. The wild old creature seemed to be afraid to look at her. Ovid himself proved to be just as difficult to fathom, in another way He certainly answered when his mother spoke to him, but always briefly, and in the same absent tone. He asked no questions, and offered no explanations.
"The person who is really responsible for what you have done, will mislead you no more." With those words she entered the library, and closed the door. Maria and Zo, at the sight of their mother, had taken flight. Carmina stood alone in the hall. Mrs. Gallilee had turned her cold. After awhile, she followed the children as far as her own room. There, her resolution failed her.
God bless you, my son! You don't mind my calling you my son? I couldn't be fonder of you, if I really was your father. Let's part as cheerfully as we can," said poor Mr. Gallilee, with the tears rolling undisguisedly over his fat cheeks. "We can write to each other can't we? Oh dear! dear! I wish I could take it as easy as Maria does. Zo! come and give him a kiss, poor fellow. Where's Zo?" Mrs.
"At once, Mool!" "At once!" the lawyer repeated. They had wrought each other up to the right pitch of resolution, by this time. They were almost loud enough for the clerks to hear them in the office. "No matter what my wife may say!" Mr. Gallilee stipulated. "No matter what she may say," Mr. Mool rejoined, "the father is master." "And you know the law." "And I know the law.
Prudent Mr. Null offered a copy and made the copy, then and there. Ovid's behalf, and he must therefore beg leave to keep it. Mrs. Gallilee permitted him to exchange the two papers. "Is there anything more?" she asked. "Your time is valuable of course. Don't let me detain you." "May I feel your pulse before I go?" She held out her arm to him in silence.
As it was, he had sent a message upstairs, inviting himself to dinner, solely for the purpose of seeing Carmina again and he had been bitterly disappointed when he heard that Mr. and Mrs. Gallilee were engaged, and that his cousin would take tea in her room. He had eaten something at this club, without caring what it was.
"Have you anything to say to me, before I tell Carmina that you are here?" Mrs. Gallilee put that question quietly, so far as her voice was concerned. But she still kept her eyes on her book. Ovid knew that she was offering him his first and last chance of speaking plainly, before he went away. In Carmina's interests he spoke.
Gallilee that "the account was overdrawn." She seized her pass-book, and her paper of calculations. Never yet had her rigid arithmetic committed an error. Column by column she revised her figures and made the humiliating discovery of her first mistake. She had drawn out all, and more than all, the money deposited in the bank; and the next half-yearly payment of income was not due until Christmas.
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