"Who is she ?" he asked again.
"My cousin," Ovid replied as shortly as possible.
"Your cousin?
A girl of Lady Northlake's ?" "No: my late uncle's daughter." Benjulia suddenly came to a standstill.

"What!" he cried, "has that misbegotten child grown up to be a woman ?"' Ovid started.

Words of angry protest were on his lips, when he perceived Teresa and Zo on one side of him, and the keeper of the monkeys on the other.

Benjulia dismissed the man, with the favourable answer which Zo had already reported.

They walked on again.