"You are quite right.
I ought to hear the Will read--I am at your service." Even Mrs.Gallilee now drew the right inference at last.

She made no remark.

Something seemed to move feebly under her powder and paint.

Soft emotion trying to find its way to the surface?
Impossible! As they entered the library together, Miss Minerva returned to the schoolroom.

She had lingered on the upper landing, and had heard the conversation between mother and son..