Josephine conveyed the phial into her bosom with wonderful rapidity and dexterity, and rose to her feet.But Rose just saw her conceal something, and resolved to find out quietly what it was.So she said nothing about it, but asked Josephine what on earth she was doing.
"I was praying."
"And what is that letter?"
"A letter I have just received from Colonel Raynal."Rose took the letter and read it.Raynal had written from Paris.
He was coming to Beaurepaire to stay a month, and was to arrive that very day.
Then Rose forgot all about herself, and even what she had come for.
She clung about her sister's neck, and implored her, for her sake, to try and love Raynal.
Josephine shuddered, and clung weeping to her sister in turn.For in Rose's arms she realized more powerfully what that sister would suffer if she were to die.Now, while they clung together, Rose felt something hard, and contrived just to feel it with her cheek.
It was the phial.
A chill suspicion crossed the poor girl.The attitude in which she had found Josephine; the letter, the look of despair, and now this little bottle, which she had hidden.WHY HIDE IT? She resolved not to let Josephine out of her sight; at all events, until she had seen this little bottle, and got it away from her.
She helped her to dress, and breakfasted with her in the tapestried room, and dissembled, and put on gayety, and made light of everything but Josephine's health.
Her efforts were not quite in vain.Josephine became more composed;and Rose even drew from her a half promise that she would give Raynal and time a fair trial.
And now Rose was relieved of her immediate apprehensions for Josephine, but the danger of another kind, from Edouard, remained.
So she ran into her bedroom for her bonnet and shawl, determined to take the strong measure of visiting Edouard at once, or intercepting him.While she was ****** her little toilet, she heard her mother's voice in the room.This was unlucky; she must pass through that room to go out.She sat down and fretted at this delay.And then, as the baroness appeared to be very animated, Rose went to the keyhole, and listened.Their mother was telling Josephine how she had questioned Rose, and how Rose had told her an untruth, and how she had made that young lady write to Edouard, etc.; in short, the very thing Rose wanted to conceal from Josephine.
Rose lost all patience, and determined to fly through the room and out before anybody could stop her.She heard Jacintha come in with some message, and thought that would be a good opportunity to slip out unmolested.So she opened the door softly.Jacintha, it seemed, had been volunteering some remark that was not well received, for the baroness was saying, sharply, "Your opinion is not asked.Go down directly, and bring him up here, to this room."Jacintha cast a look of dismay at Rose, and vanished.
Rose gathered from that look, as much as from the words, who the visitor was.She made a dart after Jacintha.But the room was a long one, and the baroness intercepted her: "No," said she, gravely, "I cannot spare you."Rose stood pale and panting, but almost defiant."Mamma," said she, "if it is Monsieur Riviere, I MUST ask your leave to retire.And you have neither love nor pity, nor respect for me, if you detain me.""Mademoiselle!" was the stern reply, "I FORBID you to move.Be good enough to sit there;" with which the baroness pointed imperiously to a sofa at the other side of the room."Josephine, go to your room."Josephine retired, casting more than one anxious glance over her shoulder.
Rose looked this way and that in despair and terror; but ended by sinking, more dead than alive, into the seat indicated; and even as she drooped, pale and trembling, on that sofa, Edouard Riviere, worn and agitated, entered the room, and bowed low to them all, without a word.
The baroness looked at him, and then at her daughter, as much as to say, now I have got you; deceive me now if you can."Rose, my dear," said this terrible old woman, affecting honeyed accents, "don't you see Monsieur Riviere?"The poor girl at this challenge rose with difficulty, and courtesied humbly to Edouard.
He bowed to her, and stealing a rapid glance saw her pallor and distress; and that showed him she was not so hardened as he had thought.
"You have not come to see us lately," said the baroness, quietly, "yet you have been in the neighborhood."These words puzzled Edouard.Was the old lady all in the dark, then? As a public man he had already learned to be on his guard; so he stammered out, "That he had been much occupied with public duties."Madame de Beaurepaire despised this threadbare excuse too much to notice it at all.She went on as if he had said nothing."Intimate as you were with us, you must have some reason for deserting us so suddenly.""I have," said Edouard, gravely.
"What is it?"
"Excuse me," said Edouard, sullenly.
"No, monsieur, I cannot.This neglect, succeeding to a somewhat ardent pursuit of my daughter, is almost an affront.You shall, of course, withdraw yourself altogether, if you choose.But not without an explanation.This much is due to me; and, if you are a gentleman, you will not withhold it from me.""If he is a gentleman!" cried Rose; "O mamma, do not you affront a gentleman, who never, never gave you nor me any ground of offence.
Why affront the friends and benefactors we have lost by our own fault?""Oh, then, it is all your fault," said the baroness."I feared as much.""All my fault, all," said Rose; then putting her pretty palms together, and casting a look of abject supplication on Edouard, she murmured, "my temper!""Do not you put words into his mouth," said the shrewd old lady.
"Come, Monsieur Riviere, be a man, and tell me the truth.What has she said to you? What has she done?"By this time the abject state of terror the high-spirited Rose was in, and her piteous glances, had so disarmed Edouard, that he had not the heart to expose her to her mother.
