"I always kiss her when we say good-night, and kiss her again when we say good-morning." This proof of his friend's claims as Carmina's chosen adviser, seemed rather to surprise Mr.Mool.

"Did she ever hint at an idea of hastening her marriage ?" he inquired.
Plainly as the question was put, it thoroughly puzzled Mr.Gallilee.

His honest face answered for him--he was _not_ in Carmina's confidence.

Mr.
Mool returned to his idea.
"The one thing we can do," he said, "is to hasten Mr.Ovid's return.
There is the only course to take--as I see it." "Let's do it at once!" cried Mr.Gallilee.
"But tell me," Mr.Mool insisted, greedy for encouragement--"does my suggestion relieve your mind ?" "It's the first happy moment I've had to-day!" Mr.Gallilee's weak voice piped high: he was getting firmer and firmer with every word he uttered.
One of them produced a telegraph-form; the other seized a pen.

"Shall we send the message in your name ?" Mr.Mool asked.
If Mr.Gallilee had possessed a hundred names he would have sent them (and paid for them) all.