But Rose chilled them both.
"It is a generous offer," said, she, "but one we cannot accept.

We cannot live under so great an obligation.

Is all the generosity to be on the side of this Bonapartist?
Are we noble in name only?
What would our father have said to such a proposal ?" Josephine hung her head.

The baroness groaned.
"No, mother," continued Rose; "let house and land go, but honor and true nobility remain." "What shall I do?
you are cruel to me, Rose." "Mamma," cried the enthusiastic girl, "we need depend on no one.
Josephine and I have youth and spirit." "But no money." "We have plenty of jewels, and pictures, and movables.

We can take a farm." "A farm!" shrieked the baroness.
"Why, his uncle has a farm, and we have had recourse to him for help: better a farmhouse than an almshouse, though that almshouse were a palace instead of a chateau." Josephine winced and held up her hand deprecatingly.