"They are all out on the Pleasaunce." "No, I will not dry my eyes," cried Josephine, almost violently.

"I care for nothing now." The baroness, the doctor, and Rose, were all in the Pleasaunce: and as the pair came in, lo! every eye was bent on Josephine.
She felt this, and her eyes sought the ground: benumbed as she was with despondency, she began now to dread some fresh stroke or other.
Camille felt doubly guilty and confused.

How they all look at us, he thought.

Do they know what a villain I have been?
He determined to slip away, and pack up, and begone.

However, nobody took any notice of him.
The baroness drew Josephine apart.