It is an even chance, to say the least." This piece of consolation completed the baroness's unhappiness.

She really had conceived a great affection for Raynal, and her heart had been set on the wedding.
"Take away all that finery, girls," said she bitterly; "we shall not want it for years.

I shall not be alive when he comes home from Egypt.
I never had a son--only daughters--the best any woman ever had; but a mother is not complete without a son, and I shall never live to have one now." "I hate General Bonaparte," said Rose viciously.
"Hate my general ?" groaned Raynal, looking down with a sort of superstitious awe and wonder at the lovely vixen.

"Hate the best soldier the world ever saw ?" "What do I care for his soldiership?
He has put off our wedding.

For how many years did you say ?" "No; he has put it on." In answer to the astonished looks this excited, he explained that the wedding was to have been in a week, but now it must be to-morrow at ten o'clock.
The three ladies set up their throats together.