"One of her scientific lectures, I suppose," said Miss Minerva to Carmina.

"Your note must wait till she comes back." The door closed on the governess--and the lady's-maid took a liberty.
She remained in the room; and produced a morsel of folded paper, hitherto concealed from view.

Smirking and smiling, she handed the paper to Carmina.
"From Mr.Ovid, Miss.".