She smiled feebly on Jacintha and Rose, and asked if she had not been insensible.
"Yes, love, and frightened us--a little--not much--oh, dear! oh, dear!" "Don't be alarmed, sweet one, I am better.

And I will never do it again, since it frightens you." Then Josephine said to her sister in a low voice, and in the Italian language, "I hoped it was death, my sister; but he comes not to the wretched." "If you hoped that," replied Rose in the same language, "you do not love your poor sister who so loves you." While the Italian was going on, Jacintha's dark eyes glanced suspiciously on each speaker in turn.

But her suspicions were all wide of the mark.
"Now may I go and tell mamma ?" asked Rose.
"No, mademoiselle, you shall not," said Jacintha.

"Madame Raynal, do take my side, and forbid her." "Why, what is it to you ?" said Rose, haughtily.
"If it was not something to me, should I thwart my dear young lady ?" "No.

And you shall have your own way, if you will but condescend to give me a reason." This to some of us might appear reasonable, but not to Jacintha: it even hurt her feelings.
"Mademoiselle Rose," she said, "when you were little and used to ask me for anything, did I ever say to you, 'Give me a REASON first' ?" "There! she is right," said Josephine.