She pretended not to see Camille till he was near her.

He came eagerly towards her, his pale face flushing with great joy, and his eyes like diamonds.
"Josephine! It is not Josephine, after all," said he.

"Why, this must be Rose, little Rose, grown up to a fine lady, a beautiful lady." "What do you come here for, sir ?" asked Rose in a tone of icy indifference.
"What do I come here for?
is that the way to speak to me?
but I am too happy to mind.

Dear Beaurepaire! do I see you once again!" "And madame ?" "What madame ?" "Madame Dujardin that is or was to be." "This is the first I have ever heard of her," said Camille, gayly.
"This is odd, for we have heard all about it." "Are you jesting ?" "No." "If I understand you right, you imply that I have broken faith with Josephine ?" "Certainly." "Then you lie, Mademoiselle Rose de Beaurepaire." "Insolent!" "No.

It is you who have insulted your sister as well as me.