I think I shall love him as I ought long before he comes back." "BEFORE ?" "Yes," murmured Josephine, her eyes still half closed.

"His virtues will always be present to me.

His little faults of manner will not be in sight.

Good Raynal! The image of those great qualities I revere so, perhaps because I fail in them myself, will be before my mind; and ere he comes home I shall love him dearly.

I'll tell you one reason why I wished to go home at once was--no--you must guess." "Guess ?" said Rose, contemptuously.