In the later evening-time the Square was almost empty.

Two middle-aged ladies, walking up and down (who considerately remembered their own youth, and kept out of the way), and a boy rigging a model yacht (who was too closely occupied to notice them), were the only persons in the enclosure besides themselves.
"Does my mother know that you have come here ?" Ovid asked.
"Mrs.Gallilee has gone out.

I didn't stop to think of it, when I got your letter.

Am I doing wrong ?" Ovid took her hand.

"Is it doing wrong to relieve me of anxieties that I have no courage to endure?
When we meet in the house either my mother or her obedient servant, Miss Minerva, is sure to interrupt us.