At length, heavily, his head sunk, he left the room.
Jeanne herself, sobbing, tearful, withal overjoyed, rejoined her mistress.

The two embraced as was best possible.

As her senses cleared, a sort of relief came over Josephine.

Now, she began to reason, for the time she was shielded by this infirmity; comforted also by the presence of one as weak and helpless as herself.
"It's an ill wind, Jeanne, which blows no one good," she smiled bravely.

"See, now we are together again." "Madame!" gulped Jeanne.