Miss Minerva had no idea of what the needless apology meant, having no suspicion of the discovery of her secret by her employer.

But to feel herself baffled in trying to penetrate Mrs.Gallilee's motives was enough, of itself, to put Mrs.Gallilee's governess on her guard for the rest of the evening.
"You honour me, madam, by admitting me to your confidence"-- was what she said.

"Trip me up, you cat, if you can!"-- was what she thought.
Mrs.Gallilee resumed.
"We know that Ovid persists in remaining in London, when change of air and scene are absolutely necessary to the recovery of his health.

And we know why.

Carmina, my child, don't think for a moment that I blame you! don't even suppose that I blame my son.