But then you will be generous in your turn.

You will accept my devotion, my services.
You have no brother, you know; well, I have no sisters; let me be your brother, and your servant forever." At all this, delivered in as many little earnest pants as there were sentences, the water stood in the fair eyes he was looking into so piteously.
Josephine was firm, but angelical.

"We thank you, Monsieur Riviere," said she, softly, "for showing us that the world is still embellished with hearts like yours.

Here is the money;" and she held it out in her creamy hand.
"But we are very grateful," put in Rose, softly and earnestly.
"That we are," said Josephine, "and we beg to keep the purse as a souvenir of one who tried to do us a kindness without mortifying us.

And now, Monsieur Riviere, you will permit us to bid you adieu." Edouard was obliged to take the hint.