After a pause--produced, as her next words implied, by an effort of memory--she suddenly took Carmina into her confidence.
"Don't tell!" she began.

"I saw another man look like Ovid." "When, dear ?" Carmina asked--meaning, at what past date.
"When his face was close to yours," Zo answered--meaning, under what recent circumstances.
Ovid, hearing this reply, knew his small sister well enough to foresee embarrassing results if he allowed the conversation to proceed.

He took Carmina's arm, and led her a little farther on.
Miss Minerva obstinately followed them, with Maria in attendance, still imperfectly enlightened on the migration of cranes.

Zo looked round, in search of another audience.

Teresa had been listening; she was present, waiting for events.