The letters waiting for her were addressed only to herself.

She rang for the maid.
"Any other letters this morning ?" she asked.
"Two, for my master." "No more than that!" "Nothing more, ma'am--except a telegram for Miss Carmina." "When did it come ?" "Soon after the letters." "Have you given it to her ?" "Being a telegram, ma'am, I thought I ought to take it to Miss Carmina at once." "Quite right.

You can go." A telegram for Carmina?
Was there some private correspondence going on?
And were the interests involved too important to wait for the ordinary means of communication by post?
Considering these questions, Mrs.
Gallilee poured out a cup of tea and looked over her letters.
Only one of them especially attracted her notice in her present frame of mind.

The writer was Benjulia.

He dispensed as usual with the customary forms of address.
"I have had a letter about Ovid, from a friend of mine in Canada.
There is an allusion to him of the complimentary sort, which I don't altogether understand.