Get away somewhere, my dear, for your own sake." It was only possible to answer this, in one way.

Ovid owned that his mother was right and asked for time to think.

To his infinite relief, he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Miss Minerva entered the room--not in a very amiable temper, judging by appearances.
"I am afraid I disturb you," she began.
Ovid seized the opportunity of retreat.

He had some letters to write--he hurried away to the library.
"Is there any mistake ?" the governess asked, when she and Mrs.Gallilee were alone.
"In what respect, Miss Minerva ?" "I met your niece, ma'am, on the stairs.