For a while she sat by the window, thinking of Ovid.

The decline of day has its melancholy affinities with the decline of life.

As the evening wore on, her loneliness had become harder and harder to endure.

She rang for the maid, and asked if Miss Minerva was at leisure.

Miss Minerva had been sent for by Mrs.Gallilee.Where was Zo?
In the schoolroom, waiting until Mr.Le Frank had done with Maria, to take her turn at the piano.
Left alone again, Carmina opened her locket, and put Ovid's portrait by it on the table.