As for Mr.Gallilee, he held his bread and butter suspended in mid-air, and stared open-mouthed at his stepson, in helpless consternation.
Mrs.Gallilee always set the right example.

Mrs.Gallilee was the first to demand an explanation.
"What does this extraordinary proceeding mean ?" she asked.
Ovid was impenetrable to the tone in which that question was put.

He had looked at his cousin, when he declared his change of plan--and he was looking at her still.

Whatever the feeling of the moment might be, Carmina's sensitive face expressed it vividly.

Who could mistake the faintly-rising colour in her cheeks, the sweet quickening of light in her eyes, when she met Ovid's look?
Still hardly capable of estimating the influence that she exercised over him, her sense of the interest taken in her by Ovid was the proud sense that makes girls innocently bold.