The duenna followed on tiptoe--folded her thumb and two middle fingers into the palm of her hand--and, stretching out the forefinger and the little finger, touched Mrs.Gallilee on the back, so softly that she was unaware of it.

"The Evil Eye," Teresa whispered to herself in Italian, as she stole back to her place.
Ovid lingered near his cousin: neither of them had seen what Teresa had done.

He rose reluctantly to go.

Feeling his little attentions gratefully, Carmina checked him with innocent familiarity as he left his chair.

"I must thank you," she said, simply; "it seems hard indeed that you, who cure others, should suffer from illness yourself." Teresa, watching them with interest, came a little nearer.
She could now examine Ovid's face with close and jealous scrutiny.