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The mind of the clerk's master had been troubled by serious doubts, after Carmina left his house on Sunday. Her agitated manner, her strange questions, and her abrupt departure, all suggested to Mr. Mool's mind some rash project in contemplation perhaps even the plan of an elopement. To most other men, the obvious course to take would have been to communicate with Mrs. Gallilee.
Mool's astonishment and indignation would have instantly expressed themselves, if he had not been a lawyer. As it was, his professional experience warned him of the imprudence of speaking too soon. Mrs. Galilee's exultation forced its way outwards. Her eyes glittered; her voice rose. "The law, Mr. Mool! what does the law say?" she broke out. "Is my brother's Will no better than waste-paper?
Mool's exposition of the law had informed her, that the superintendence of Carmina was as much a matter of serious pecuniary interest as ever. But recent events had, in one respect at least, improved the prospect.
On its way back to the house, the carriage was passed by a cab, with a man in it, driven at such a furious rate that there was a narrow escape of collision. The maid screamed; Carmina turned pale; the coachman wondered why the man in the cab was in such a hurry. The man was Mr. Mool's head clerk, charged with news for Doctor Benjulia.
"'Nothing. "We looked at each other; both of us feeling the same doubt of how the day would end. Miss Minerva pointed impatiently to the lawyer's reply. I opened it. "Mr. Mool's letter was very kind, but quite incomprehensible in the latter part of it.
Mr. Gallilee's fortitude suffered a relapse. "It's a long time to wait," he said. His friend agreed with him. Morally speaking, Mr. Mool's strength lay in points of law. No point of law appeared to be involved in the present conference: he shared Mr. Gallilee's depression of spirits. "We are quite helpless," he remarked, "till Mr. Ovid comes back.
In sudden agitation she seized his hand and kissed it. "I must go!" she said. "I have kept the carriage waiting too long already." She ran out, without once looking back. Mrs. Gallilee's maid looked at her watch, when the carriage left Mr. Mool's house. "We shall be nearly an hour late, before we get home," she said. "It's my fault, Marceline. Tell your mistress the truth, if she questions you.
The woman's uneasiness was reflected in Mr. Mool's face. A visit from Carmina, at his private residence, could have no ordinary motive. The fear instantly occurred to him that Mrs. Gallilee might have spoken to her of her mother. Before he opened the drawing-room door, this alarm passed away. He heard Carmina talking with his wife and daughters. "May I say one little word to you, Mr. Mool?"
Did you think of it yourself?" Mr. Null had never had an idea of his own, from the day of his birth, downward. "A very intelligent man," he answered, "reminded me that you were an old friend of Mr. Gallilee. In short, it was Joseph the footman at Fairfield Gardens." Joseph's good opinion was of no importance to Mr. Mool's professional interests. He could gratify Mr.
Gallilee answered viciously, "the father of the wretched girl who has been foisted on my care." If Mr. Mool's courage had been in danger of failing him, he would have found it again now His regard for Carmina, his respect for the memory of her mother, had been wounded to the quick. Strong on his own legal ground, he proceeded as if he was examining a witness in a police court.
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