Ovid looked at the platform for the first time.
In the bowing man, with a prematurely bald head and a servile smile, he recognized Mrs.Gallilee's music-master.

The inevitable inference followed.

His mother might be in the room.
After careful examination of the scanty audience, he failed to discover her--thus far.

She would certainly arrive, nevertheless.

My money's worth for my money was a leading principle in Mrs.Gallilee's life.
He sighed as he looked towards the door of entrance.