When the time came for speaking, they exercised an influence over each other, of which both were alike unconscious.

Out of their common horror of Mrs.Gallilee's conduct, and their common interest in Carmina, they innocently achieved between them the creation of one resolute man.
"My dear Gallilee, this is a very serious thing." "My dear Mool, I feel it so--or I shouldn't have disturbed you." "Don't talk of disturbing me! I see so many complications ahead of us, I hardly know where to begin." "Just my case! It's a comfort to me that you feel it as I do." Mr.Mool rose and tried walking up and down his room, as a means of stimulating his ingenuity.
"There's this poor young lady," he resumed.

"If she gets better--" "Don't put it in that way!" Mr.Gallilee interposed.

"It sounds as if you doubted her ever getting well--you see it yourself in that light, don't you?
Be a little more positive, Mool, in mercy to me." "By all means," Mr.Mool agreed.

"Let us say, _when_ she gets better.
But the difficulty meets us, all the same.