When I was a girl you toddled at my side, and held my gown, and lisped my name, and used to put your little arms round my neck, and kissed me, you would; and if ever I had the least pain or sickness your dear little face would turn as sorrowful, and all the pretty color leave it for Jacintha; and now you are in trouble, in sore trouble, yet you turn away from me, you dare not trust me, that would be cut in pieces ere I would betray you.

Ah, mademoiselle, you are wrong.

The poor can feel: they have all seen trouble, and a servant is the best of friends where she has the heart to love her mistress; and do not I love you?
Pray do not turn from her who has carried you in her arms, and laid you to sleep upon her bosom, many's and many's the time." Josephine panted audibly.

She held out her hand eloquently to Jacintha, but she turned her head away and trembled.
Jacintha cast a hasty glance round the room.

Then she trembled too at what she was going to say, and the effect it might have on the young lady.