Scold her; for I don't know how to scold her.

No answer from either; oh, what has turned your hearts against me so ?" "Camille," cried Rose--the tears streaming down her cheeks--"my poor Camille! leave Beaurepaire.

Oh, leave it at once." Returned towards her with a look of inquiry.
At that Josephine, like some feeble but nimble wild creature on whom a grasp has relaxed, writhed away from him and got free: "Farewell! Farewell!" she cried, in despair's own voice, and made swiftly for the house.
Camille stood aghast, and did not follow her.
Now ere she had gone many steps who should meet her right in front but Jacintha.
"Madame Raynal, the baroness's carriage is just in sight.

I thought you'd like to know." Then she bawled proudly to Rose, "I was the first to call her madame;" and off went Jacintha convinced she had done something very clever.
This blow turned those three to stone.
Josephine had no longer the power or the wish to fly.

"Better so," she thought, and she stood cowering.
The great passions that had spoken so loud were struck dumb, and a deep silence fell upon the place.