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With some reluctance, Carmina appeared at the door; thinking of the day when Ovid had fainted, and when the great man had treated her so harshly. In fear of more rudeness, she unwillingly asked him to come in. Still immovable on the landing, he looked at her in silence. The serious question occurred to him which had formerly presented itself to Mr. Mool. Had Mrs.
Mool was permitted to take a copy, and to make any use of it which he might think desirable. His one remaining anxiety was to hear what had become of the person who had planned the deception. "Surely," he said, "that villain has not escaped punishment?" Baccani answered this in his own bitter way. "My dear sir, how can you ask such a simple question? That sort of man always escapes punishment.
Mool, discovering a crooked line and some ill-formed letters in the reply, drew his own conclusions. He sent word to his old friend to wait. In ten minutes more they were together, and the lawyer was informed of the events that had followed the visit of Benjulia to Fairfield Gardens, on the previous day. For a while, the two men sat silently meditating daunted by the prospect before them.
"That's a very extraordinary child of yours," Mr. Mool said to his friend, as they walked away together. Mr. Gallilee absently agreed. "Has my message been given to my wife?" he asked. Mr. Mool sighed and shook his head. "Messages from her husband are as completely thrown away on her," he answered, "as if she was still in the asylum.
Mrs. Gallilee resumed. Mr. Mool smiled, and shook his head. "Mr. Graywell's generosity has no limits," he said, "where his daughter is concerned. Miss Carmina is to have five hundred a year for pocket-money and dresses." Mrs. Gallilee appealed to the sympathies of her son. "Isn't it touching?" she said. "Dear Carmina! my own people in Paris shall make her dresses. Well, Mr. Mool?"
Mool waited at the lodgings, and sent a note to Baccani. In ten minutes more he found himself in the presence of an elderly man, of ascetic appearance; whose looks and tones showed him to be apt to take offence on small provocation, and more than half ready to suspect an eminent solicitor of being a spy. But Mr. Mool's experience was equal to the call on it.
"Even when she hasn't spoken a word," thought Mr. Mool, consulting his recollections, "I have felt her eyes go through me like a knife." "Spare us the technicalities, please," Mrs. Gallilee continued, pointing to the documents on the table. "I want to be exactly acquainted with the duties I owe to Carmina.
Mool asked. Mr. Null admitted that two nurses were required. "The doctors don't look on her violence as a discouraging symptom," he said. "They are inclined to attribute it to the strength of her constitution. I felt it my duty to place my own knowledge of the case before them. Without mentioning painful family circumstances " "I happen to be acquainted with the circumstances," Mr.
"No more than you are," Mr. Gallilee answered. "You will really send the girls away?" "The girls shall go, on the day when Lady Northlake invites them." "I'll make a note of that," said Mr. Mool. He made the note; and they rose to say good-bye. Faithful Mr. Gallilee still thought of Carmina. "Do consider it again!" he said at parting. "Are you sure the law won't help her?"
"Accept my best thanks, doctor. Good-day!" "If you find Baccani let me know. Another drop of ale? Are you likely to see Mrs. Gallilee soon?" "Yes if I find Baccani." "Do you ever play with children?" "I have five of my own to play with," Mr. Mool answered. "Very well. Ask for the youngest child when you go to Mrs. Gallilee's. We call her Zo. Put your finger on her spine here, just below the neck.
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