She sent Ovid across the road to knock at the house-door, and took Carmina's arm confidentially.

"You little goose!" she whispered, "how could you suppose I was angry with you?
I can't even regret your mistake, you have written such a charming note." Ovid was waiting for them in the hall.

They went into the library.

Mrs.
Gallilee enfolded her son in a fervent motherly embrace.
"This completes the enjoyment of a most delightful evening," she said.
"First a perfect lecture--and then the relief of overpowering anxiety about my son.

I suppose your professional studies, Ovid, have never taken you as high as the Interspacial Regions?
We were an immense audience to-night, to hear the Professor on that subject, and I really haven't recovered it yet.