If I did hesitate on the occasion to which you have referred, I have now, I think, told you why." "Am I to understand that you hesitate still ?" Ovid asked.
"No." With that brief reply she rose to put away her book.
Ovid followed her to the bookcase.

"Has Carmina conquered you ?" he said.
She put her book back in its place.

"Carmina has conquered me," she answered.
"You say it coldly." "What does that matter, if I say it truly ?" The struggle in him between hope and fear burst its way out.

"Oh, mother, no words can tell you how fond I am of Carmina! For God's sake take care of her, and be kind to her!" "For _your_ sake," said Mrs.Gallilee, gently correcting the language of her excitable son, from her own protoplastic point of view.

"You do me an injustice if you feel anxious about Carmina, when you leave her here.
My dead brother's child, is _my_ child.