He was received with open arms.

He took up his quarters at his old lodgings, but spent his evenings and every leisure hour at the chateau.
He was very much in love, and showed it.

He adhered to Rose like a leech, and followed her about like a little dog.
This would have made her very happy if there had been nothing great to distract her attention and her heart; but she had Josephine, whose deep depression and fits of irritation and terror filled her with anxiety; and so Edouard was in the way now and then.

On these occasions he was too vain to see what she was too polite to show him offensively.
But on this she became vexed at his obtuseness.
"Does he think I can be always at his beck and call ?" thought she.
"She is always after her sister," said he.
He was just beginning to be jealous of Josephine when the following incident occurred:-- Rose and the doctor were discussing Josephine.

Edouard pretended to be reading a book, but he listened to every word.
Dr.Aubertin gave it as his opinion that Madame Raynal did not make enough blood.
"Oh! if I thought that!" cried Rose.
"Well, then, it is so, I assure you." "Doctor," said Rose, "do you remember, one day you said healthy blood could be drawn from robust veins and poured into a sick person's ?" "It is a well-known fact," said Aubertin.
"I don't believe it," said Rose, dryly.
"Then you place a very narrow limit to science," said the doctor, coldly.
"Did you ever see it done ?" asked Rose, slyly.
"I have not only seen it done, but have done it myself." "Then do it for us.