What will become of me ?" "All shall be well," said Aubertin, "provided you do not still love that man." Josephine did not immediately reply: her thoughts turned inwards.

The good doctor was proceeding to congratulate her on being cured of a fatal passion, when she stopped him with wonder in her face.

"Not love him! How can I help loving him?
I was his betrothed.

I wronged him in my thoughts.

War, prison, anguish, could not kill him; he loved me so.