Ovid tenderly took his mother's hand.
"I ought to have known it," he said, "without obliging you to tell me." Mrs.Gallilee did _not_ blush.

Mr.Mool did.
"Go on!" Mrs.Gallilee repeated.

Mr.Mool looked at Ovid.

"The next name, Mr.Vere, is yours." "Does my uncle remember me as he has remembered my mother ?" asked Ovid.
"Yes, sir--and let me tell you, a very pretty compliment is attached to the bequest.

'It is needless' (your late uncle says) 'to leave any more important proof of remembrance to my nephew.