On the higher flight of stairs, invisible from the hall, Miss Minerva was watching the scene of departure.

Reckless of railways and steamers, Ovid ran up to Carmina.

Another and another kiss; and then away to the house-door, with Zo at his heels, trying to get into the cab with him.
A last kind word to the child, as they carried her back to the house; a last look at the familiar faces in the doorway; a last effort to resist that foretaste of death which embitters all human partings--and Ovid was gone! VOLUME TWO.