She ran straight, without her bonnet, into the Pleasaunce to slake her curiosity at Josephine.

That young lady was walking pensively, but turned at sight of Rose, and the sisters came together with a clash of tongues.
"O Rose! he has"-- "Oh!" So nimbly does the female mind run on its little beaten tracks, that it took no more than those syllables for even these innocent young women to communicate that Raynal had popped.
Josephine apologized for this weakness in a hero.

"It wasn't his fault," said she.

"It is your Edouard who set him to do it." "My Edouard?
Don't talk in that horrid way: I have no Edouard.

You said 'no' of course." "Something of the kind." "What, did you not say 'no' plump ?" "I did not say it brutally, dear." "Josephine, you frighten me.