Then he had been so generous to her: he had left her her sister, who would have gone to Egypt, and escaped this misery, but for her.
But on the other hand, -- Gentle pity Tugged at her heartstrings with complaining cries.
This watching of Camille saddened even her.

When she was with him his pride bore him up: but when he was alone as he thought, his anguish and despair were terrible, and broke out in so many ways that often Rose shrank in terror from her peep hole.
She dared not tell Josephine the half of what she saw: what she did tell her agitated her so terribly: and often Rose had it on the tip of her tongue to say, "Do pray go and see if you can say nothing that will do him good;" but she fought the impulse down.

This battle of feeling, though less severe than her sister's, was constant; it destroyed her gayety.

She, whose merry laugh used to ring like chimes through the house, never laughed now, seldom smiled, and often sighed.
Dr.Aubertin was the last to succumb to the deep depression, but his time came: and he had been for a day or two as grave and as sad as the rest, when one day that Rose was absent, spying on Camille, he took the baroness and Josephine into his confidence; and condescended finally to ask their advice.
"It is humiliating," said he, "after all my experience, to be obliged to consult unprofessional persons.

Forty years ago I should have been TOO WISE to do so.