"As if I did not see it was to put on your gray silk." Josephine smiled assent, and said almost with fervor, "Good Raynal! I feel prouder of his honest name than of our noble one.

And I am so calm, dear, thanks to you, so tranquil; so pleased that my mother's mind is at rest, so convinced all is for the best, so contented with my own lot; so hap--py." A gentle tear stole from beneath her long lashes.

Rose looked at her wistfully: then laid her cheek to hers.

They leaned back hand in hand, placid and silent.
The carriage glided fast.

Beaurepaire was almost in sight.
Suddenly Josephine's hand tightened on Rose's, and she sat up in the carriage like a person awakened from a strange dream.
"What is it ?" asked Rose.
"Some one in uniform." "Oh, is that all?
Ah! you thought it was a message from Raynal." "Oh! no! on foot--walking very slowly.