"No partridge ?" cried the savant, in utter amazement.
"Not to-day, dear friend; it is not a feast day to-day." "Ah! no; what was I thinking of ?" "But you are not to be deprived," put in Josephine, anxiously.

"We will not deny ourselves the pleasure of seeing you eat some." "What!" remonstrated Aubertin, "am I not one of you ?" The baroness had attended to every word of this.

She rose from her chair, and said quietly, "Both you and he and Rose will be so good as to let me see you eat." "But, mamma," remonstrated Josephine and Rose in one breath.
"Je le veux," was the cold reply.
These were words the baroness uttered so seldom that they were little likely to be disputed.
The doctor carved and helped the young ladies and himself.
When they had all eaten a little, a discussion was observed to be going on between Rose and her sister.

At last Aubertin caught these words, "It will be in vain; even you have not influence enough for that, Rose." "We shall see," was the reply, and Rose put the wing of a partridge on a plate and rose calmly from her chair.

She took the plate and put it on a little work-table by her mother's side.