"You MUST not be so happy, you two," said she authoritatively.
"How can we help it ?" asked Camille.
"You must and shall help it, somehow," retorted this little tyrant.
"Mamma suspects.

She has given me such a cross-examination, my blood runs cold.

No, on second thoughts, kiss her again, and you may both be as happy as you like; for I am going to tell mamma all, and no power on earth shall hinder me." "Rose," said Camille, "you are a sensible girl; and I always said so." But Josephine was horrified.

"What! tell my mother that within a month of my husband's death ?"-- "Don't say your husband," put in Camille wincing; "the priest never confirmed that union; words spoken before a magistrate do not make a marriage in the sight of Heaven." Josephine cut him short.

"Amongst honorable men and women all oaths are alike sacred: and Heaven's eye is in a magistrate's room as in a church.
A daughter of Beaurepaire gave her hand to him, and called herself his wife.