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Miss Minerva's only answer to this was to tell me to write to Mr. Mool, while I had the chance, and ask for a copy of my father's Will. 'I will take the letter to him, she said, 'and bring the reply myself. It will save time, if it does nothing else. The letter was written in a minute. Just as she took it from me, the parlour-maid announced that the early dinner was ready.
Gallilee had extracted from her brother, Mr. Mool also knew that the advances thus made had been considered as representing the legacy, to which she might otherwise have had some sisterly claim.
Mool, is this meddling council of three to do?" "A majority of the council, Mrs. Gallilee, is to decide the question absolutely. If the decision confirms your view, and if Miss Carmina still persists in her resolution notwithstanding " "Am I to give way?" Mrs. Gallilee asked. "Not until your niece comes of age, ma'am. Then, she decides for herself." "And inherits the fortune?"
"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."
"I shall telegraph to him at Queenstown. When he comes home, he will find my prescriptions on the table. Being a medical man himself, my treatment of the case will tell Mr. Ovid Vere everything." The obstinate insensibility of his tone stopped her on the point of saying what Mr. Mool had said already. She, too, felt for Ovid, when she thought of the cruel brevity of a telegram.
A clerk presented to him a slip of paper, with a line written by Mr. Mool: "Is it anything of importance?" Simple Mr. Gallilee wrote back: "Oh, dear, no; it's only me! I'll call again." Besides his critical judgment in the matter of champagne, this excellent man possessed another accomplishment a beautiful handwriting. Mr.
Waiting the appearance of the fair original, Mr. Mool looked at the portrait, and then mentally reviewed the history of Mrs. Gallilee's family. What he did next, no person acquainted with the habits of lawyers will be weak enough to believe. Mr. Mool blushed. Is this the language of exaggeration, describing a human anomaly on the roll of attorneys? The fact shall be left to answer the question.
Any lingering hesitation that Carmina might still have felt, was at an end when she read this letter. Good Father Patrizio, like good Mr. Mool, had innocently urged her to set her guardian's authority at defiance. When the morning lessons were over, Carmina showed the priest's letter to Miss Minerva. The governess read it, and handed it back in silence. "Have you nothing to say?" Carmina asked.
"Is the room too hot for you?" Ovid asked. It was a harmless question, but any question annoyed her at that moment. "Nonsense!" she exclaimed irritably. "The atmosphere of the conservatory is rich in reviving smells," Mr. Mool remarked. "Do I detect, among the delightful perfumes which reach us, the fragrant root-stock of the American fern? If I am wrong, Mrs.
A week later, Miss Minerva left London, to wait for Ovid at Queenstown. Mr. Mool was in attendance at Fairfield Gardens, when his old friend arrived from Scotland, to tell him what the cautiously expressed message in the telegram really meant. But one idea seemed to be impressed on Mr. Gallilee's mind the idea of reconciliation. He insisted on seeing his wife.
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