CHAPTER X.
Mrs.Gallilee was on her way to the breakfast-room, when her son entered the house.

They met in the hall.

"Is your packing done ?" she asked.
He was in no humour to wait, and make his confession at that moment.
"Not yet," was his only reply.
Mrs.Gallilee led the way into the room.

"Ovid's luggage is not ready yet," she announced; "I believe he will lose his train." They were all at the breakfast table, the children and the governess included.

Carmina's worn face, telling its tale of a wakeful night, brightened again, as it had brightened at the bedroom window, when she saw Ovid.