A glance showed Josephine that he was doggedly and resolutely thrusting himself into the grave.

Thinking it was only Rose--for he had now lost all hope of seeing Josephine come in at the door--he never moved.

Some one glided gently but rapidly up to him.

He looked up.

Josephine was kneeling to him.
He lifted his head with a start, and trembled all over.
She whispered, "I am come to you to beg your pity; to appeal to your generosity; to ask a favor; I who deserve so little of you." "You have waited a long time," said Camille, agitated greatly; "and so have I." "Camille, you are torturing one who loved you once, and who has been very weak and faithless, but not so wicked as she appears." "How am I torturing you ?" "With remorse; do I not suffer enough?
Would you make me a murderess ?" "Why have you never been near me ?" retorted Camille.