For once, Maria and Zo showed a sisterly similarity in their feelings.

It was hard to say which of the two looked forward to her learned mother's instruction with the greatest terror.
Carmina heard the pupils at the piano, while she was eating her luncheon.

The profanation of music ceased, when she went into the bedroom to get ready for her daily drive.
She took her letter, duly closed and stamped, downstairs with her--to be sent to the post with the other letters of the day, placed in the hall-basket.

In the weakened state of her nerves, the effort that she had made in writing to Ovid had shaken her.

Her heart beat uneasily; her knees trembled, as she descended the stairs.
Arrived in sight of the hall, she discovered a man walking slowly to and fro.