"I expected him to-day." The baroness was at the side window in a moment.
"It is he!--it is he!" She hurried down to embrace her son.
Josephine went without a word to her own room.

Rose followed her the next minute.

But in that one minute she worked magic.
She glided up to Edouard, and looked him full in the face: not the sad, depressed, guilty-looking humble Rose of a moment before, but the old high-spirited, and some what imperious girl.
"You have shown yourself noble this day.

I am going to trust you as only the noble are trusted.

Stay in the house till I can speak to you." She was gone, and something leaped within Edouard's bosom, and a flood of light seemed to burst in on him.