My housemaid and kitchenmaid will go to their friends in the country; the cook will look after the house; and her nephew, the little page, is almost as fond of the cat as I am.

If you will send for a cab, I think I will go home.

Like other people in my wretched state, I feel fatigued towards night-time." His lips just touched Carmina's delicate little ear, while his mother turned away to ring the bell.

"Expect me to-morrow," he whispered.

"I love you!--love you!--love you!" He seemed to find the perfection of luxury in the reiteration of those words.
When Ovid had left them, Carmina expected to hear something of her aunt's discovery in the Square.
Mrs.Gallilee's innocence was impenetrable.