Mrs.
Gallilee reminded her son that she was waiting for him.

He had some last words yet to say.

The duenna drew back from the sofa, still looking at Ovid: she muttered to herself, "Holy Teresa, my patroness, show me that man's soul in his face!" At last, Ovid took his leave.

"I shall call and see how you are to-morrow," he said, "before I go." He nodded kindly to Teresa.

Instead of being satisfied with that act of courtesy, she wanted something more.