Kind and beneficent as she was, her temper deteriorated considerably, for it came down from angelic to human.

Rose and Jacintha were struck with the change, assented to everything she said, and encouraged her in everything it pleased her caprice to do.

Meantime the baroness lived on her son Raynal's letters (they came regularly twice a month).

Rose too had a correspondence, a constant source of delight to her.

Edouard Riviere was posted at a distance, and could not visit her; but their love advanced rapidly.
Every day he wrote down for his Rose the acts of the day, and twice a week sent the budget to his sweetheart, and told her at the same time every feeling of his heart.