"Oh," said Rose, carelessly, "for that matter the roads are full of soldiers just now." "Ay, but not of officers on foot." Rose gave her such a look, and for the first time this many a day spoke sternly to her, and asked her what on earth she had to do with uniforms or officers except one, the noblest in the world, her husband.
A month ago that word was almost indifferent to Josephine, or rather she uttered it with a sort of mild complacency.

Now she started at it, and it struck chill upon her.

She did not reply, however, and the carriage rolled on.
"He seemed to be dragging himself along." This was the first word Josephine had spoken for some time.

"Oh, did he ?" replied Rose carelessly; "well, let him.

Here we are, at home." "I am glad of it," said Josephine, "very glad." On reaching Beaurepaire she wanted to go up-stairs at once and put on her gray gown.