"Carmina! are you in the Square ?" "Leave it to me," Ovid whispered.

"We will come to you directly," he called back.
Mrs.Gallilee was waiting for them at the gate.

Ovid spoke, the moment they were within sight of each other.

"You will have no more cause to complain of me," he said cheerfully; "I am going away at the end of the week." Mrs.Gallilee's answer was addressed to Carmina instead of to her son.
"Thank you, my dear," she said, and pressed her niece's hand.
It was too dark to see more of faces than their shadowy outline.

The learned lady's tone was the perfection of amiability.