The family had been duly prepared for this excursion by several smaller ones.
Rose announced their intention over night; a part of it.
"Mamma," said she, blushing a little, "Colonel Dujardin is good enough to take us to Frejus tomorrow.

It is a long way, and we must breakfast early or we shall not be back to dinner." "Do so, my child.

I hope you will have a fine day: and mind you take plenty of wraps with you in case of a shower." At seven o'clock the next morning Camille and the two ladies took a hasty cup of coffee together instead of breakfast, and then Dard brought the caleche round.
The ladies got in, and Camille had just taken the reins in his hand, when Jacintha screamed to him from the hall, "Wait a moment, colonel, wait a moment! The doctor! don't go without the doctor!" And the next moment Dr.Aubertin appeared with his cloak on his arm, and, saluting the ladies politely, seated himself quietly in the vehicle before the party had recovered their surprise.
The ladies managed to keep their countenances, but Dujardin's discomfiture was evident.
He looked piteously at Josephine, and then asked Aubertin if they were to set him down anywhere in particular.
"Oh, no; I am going with you to Frejus," was the quiet reply.
Josephine quaked.

Camille was devoured with secret rage: he lashed the horse and away they went.
It was a silent party.

The doctor seemed in a reverie.