footaches in all these, if they are as big as that other one!" She went
on with the list--and astonished everybody in the room by suddenly
clapping her hands. Sir John Soane's Museum, Lincoln's Inn Fields. "Ah,
but I remember that! A nice little easy museum in a private house, and
all sorts of pretty things to see. My dear love, trust your old Teresa.
Come to Soane!"

In ten minutes more they were dressed, and on the steps of the hotel.
The bright sunlight, the pleasant air, invited them to walk. On the
same afternoon, when Ovid had set forth on foot for Lincoln's Inn
Fields, Carmina and Teresa set forth on foot for Lincoln's Inn Fields.
Trivial obstacles had kept the man away from the College. Would trivial
obstacles keep the women away from the Museum?

They crossed the Strand, and entered a street which led out of it
towards the North; Teresa's pride in her memory forbidding her thus far
to ask their way.

Their talk--dwelling at first on Italy, and on the memory of Carmina's
Italian mother--reverted to the formidable subject of Mrs. Gallilee.
Teresa's hopeful view of the future turned to the cousins, and drew the
picture of two charming little girls, eagerly waiting to give their
innocent hearts to their young relative from Italy. "Are there only
two?" she said. "Surely you told me there was a boy, besides the
girls?" Carmina set her right. "My cousin Ovid is a great doctor," she
continued with an air of importance. "Poor papa used to say that our
family would have reason to be proud of him." "Does he live at home?"
asked simple Teresa. "Oh, dear, no! He has a grand house of his own.
Hundreds of sick people go there to be cured, and give hundreds of
golden guineas." Hundreds of golden guineas gained by only curing sick