Yet he saw no object clearly: but he saw light.
Rose ran into Josephine's room, and once more surprised her on her knees, and in the very act of hiding something in her bosom.
"What are you doing, Josephine, on your knees ?" said she, sternly.
"I have a great trial to go through," was the hesitating answer.
Rose said nothing.

She turned paler.

She is deceiving me, thought she, and she sat down full of bitterness and terror, and, affecting not to watch Josephine, watched her.
"Go and tell them I am coming, Rose." "No, Josephine, I will not leave you till this terrible meeting is over.
We will encounter him hand in hand, as we used to go when our hearts were one, and we deceived others, but never each other." At this tender reproach Josephine fell upon her neck and wept.
"I will not deceive you," she said.

"I am worse than the poor doctor thinks me.

My life is but a little candle that a breath may put out any day." Rose said nothing, but trembled and watched her keenly.
"My little Henri," said Josephine imploringly, "what would you do with him--if anything should happen to me ?" "What would I do with him?
He is mine.