After all, what right have I to mystify him who honors me with his affection ?" Then, being pressed with questions by Josephine, she related to her all that had passed between Edouard and her, word for word.
"Poor Camille!" sighed Josephine the just.
"Oh, dear, yes! poor Camille! who has the power to make us all miserable, and who does it, and will go on doing it until he is happy himself." "Ah! would to Heaven I could make him as happy as he deserves to be." "You could easily make him much happier than that.

And why not do it ?" "O Rose," said Josephine, shocked, "how can you advise me so ?" She then asked her if she thought it possible that Camille could be ignorant of her heart.
"Josephine," replied Rose, angrily, "these men are absurd: they believe only what they see.

I have done what I can for you and Camille, but it is useless.

Would you have him believe you love him, you must yourself be kind to him; and it would be a charitable action: you would make four unhappy people happy, or, at least, put them on the road; NOW they are off the road, and, by what I have seen to-day, I think, if we go on so much longer, it will be too late to try to return.

Come, Josephine, for my sake! Let me go and tell him you will consent--to all our happinesses.