"Come back to us, Mr.Ovid." The words had hardly been spoken before they both turned from the window.

Teresa pointed significantly into the room.

They disappeared.
Ovid went back to the library.
"Anybody listening ?" Mr.Mool inquired.
"I have not discovered anybody, but I doubt if a stray cat could have upset that heavy flower-pot." He looked round him as he made the reply.
"Where is my mother ?" he asked.
Mrs.Gallilee had gone upstairs, eager to tell Carmina of the handsome allowance made to her by her father.

Having answered in these terms, Mr.
Mool began to fold up the Will--and suddenly stopped.
"Very inconsiderate, on my part," he said; "I forgot, Mr.Ovid, that you haven't heard the end of it.

Let me give you a brief abstract.