"Listen, Ovid! I may not see you again before I go back to my husband.
This is my last word--never forget it. Even Carmina may have enemies!"

What could she be thinking of? "Enemies--in my mother's house!" Ovid
exclaimed. "What can you possibly mean?"

Teresa returned to the door, and only answered him when she had opened
it to go.

"The Evil Eye never lies," she said. "Wait--and you will see."

CHAPTER X.

Mrs. Gallilee was on her way to the breakfast-room, when her son
entered the house. They met in the hall. "Is your packing done?" she
asked.

He was in no humour to wait, and make his confession at that moment.
"Not yet," was his only reply.

Mrs. Gallilee led the way into the room. "Ovid's luggage is not ready
yet," she announced; "I believe he will lose his train."

They were all at the breakfast table, the children and the governess
included. Carmina's worn face, telling its tale of a wakeful night,
brightened again, as it had brightened at the bedroom window, when she
saw Ovid. She took his hand frankly, and made light of her weary looks.
"No, my cousin," she said, playfully; "I mean to be worthier of my
pretty bed to-night; I am not going to be your patient yet." Mr.
Gallilee (with this mouth full at the moment) offered good advice. "Eat