Their familiarity had no coarse side; a form, not of custom but affection, it went hand-in-hand with courtesy by day and night.
The love of the daughters for their mother had all the tenderness, subtlety, and unselfishness of womanly natures, together with a certain characteristic of the female character.

And whither that one defect led them, and by what gradations, it may be worth the reader's while to observe.
The baroness retired to rest early; and she was no sooner gone than Josephine leaned over to Rose, and told her what their mother had said to the oak-tree.

Rose heard this with anxiety; hitherto they had carefully concealed from their mother that the government claimed the right of selling the chateau to pay the creditors, etc.; and now both sisters feared the old lady had discovered it somehow, or why that strange thing she had said to the oak-tree?
But Dr.Aubertin caught their remarks, and laid down his immortal MS.

on French insects, to express his hope that they were putting a forced interpretation on the baroness's words.
"I think," said he, "she merely meant how short-lived are we all compared with this ancient oak.

I should be very sorry to adopt the other interpretation; for if she knows she can at any moment be expelled from Beaurepaire, it will be almost as bad for her as the calamity itself; THAT, I think, would kill her." "Why so ?" said Rose, eagerly.