On the next day events happened, the influence of which upon Carmina's excitable nature urged her to complete her unfinished letter, without taking the rest that she needed.

Once more--and, as the result proved, for the last time--she wrote to her faithful old friend in these words: "Don't ask me to tell you how the night passed! Miss Minerva was the first person who came to me in the morning.
"She had barely said a few kind words, when Maria interrupted us, reminding her governess of the morning's lessons.

'Mrs.Gallilee has sent her,' Miss Minerva whispered; 'I will return to you in the hour before the children's dinner.' "The next person who appeared was, as we had both anticipated, Mrs.
Gallilee herself.
"She brought me a cup of tea; and the first words she spoke were words of apology for her conduct on the previous night.

Her excuse was that she had been 'harassed by anxieties which completely upset her.' And--can you believe it ?--she implored me not to mention 'the little misunderstanding between us when I next wrote to her son!' Is this woman made of iron and stone, instead of flesh and blood?
Does she really think me such a wretch as to cause Ovid, under any provocation, a moment's anxiety while he is away?
The fewest words that would satisfy her, and so send her out of my room, were the only words I said.
"After this, an agreeable surprise was in store for me.

The familiar voice of good Mr.Gallilee applied for admission--through the keyhole! "'Are you asleep, my dear?
May I come in ?' His kind, fat old face peeped round the door when I said Yes--and reminded me of Zo, at dinner, when she asks for more pudding, and doesn't think she will get it.