Let me weep over my past love, not blush for it." "Past?
You love him to-day as you did three years ago." "No," said Josephine, "no; I love no one.

I never shall love any one again." "But him.

It is that love which turns your heart against others.
Oh, yes, you love him, dearest, or why should you fancy our secret benefactor COULD be that Camille ?" "Why?
Because I was mad: because it is impossible; but I see my folly.

I am going in." "What! don't you care to know who I think it was, perhaps ?" "No," said Josephine sadly and doggedly; she added with cold nonchalance, "I dare say time will show." And she went slowly in, her hand to her head.
"Her birthday!" sighed Rose.
The donor, whoever he was, little knew the pain he was inflicting on this distressed but proud family, or the hard battle that ensued between their necessities and their delicacy.

The ten gold pieces were a perpetual temptation: a daily conflict.