"Mademoiselle Rose," she said, "when you were little and used to ask me for anything, did I ever say to you, 'Give me a REASON first'?""There! she is right," said Josephine."We should not make terms with tried friends.Come, we will pay her devotion this compliment.
It is such a small favor.For my part I feel obliged to her for asking it."Josephine's health improved steadily from that day.Her hollow cheeks recovered their plump smoothness, and her beauty its bloom, and her person grew more noble and statue-like than ever, and within she felt a sense of indomitable vitality.Her appetite had for some time been excessively feeble and uncertain, and her food tasteless;but of late, by what she conceived to be a reaction such as is common after youth has shaken off a long sickness, her appetite had been not only healthy but eager.The baroness observed this, and it relieved her of a large portion of her anxiety.One day at dinner her maternal heart was so pleased with Josephine's performance that she took it as a personal favor, "Well done, Josephine," said she;"that gives your mother pleasure to see you eat again.Soup and bouillon: and now twice you have been to Rose for some of that pate, which does you so much credit, Jacintha."Josephine colored high at this compliment.
"It is true," said she, "I eat like a pig;" and, with a furtive glance at the said pate, she laid down her knife and fork, and ate no more of anything.The baroness had now a droll misgiving.
"The doctor will be angry with me," said she: "he will find her as well as ever.""Madame," said Jacintha hastily, "when does the doctor come, if Imay make so bold, that I may get his room ready, you know?""Well thought of, Jacintha.He comes the day after to-morrow, in the afternoon."At night when the young ladies went up to bed, what did they find but a little cloth laid on a little table in Josephine's room, and the remains of the pate she had liked.Rose burst out laughing.
"Look at that dear duck of a goose, Jacintha! Our mother's flattery sank deep: she thinks we can eat her pates at all hours of the day and night.Shall I send it away?""No," said Josephine, "that would hurt her culinary pride, and perhaps her affection: only cover it up, dear, for just now I am not in the humor: it rather turns me."It was covered up.The sisters retired to rest.In the morning Rose lifted the cover and found the plate cleared, polished.She was astounded.
The large tapestried chamber, once occupied by Camille Dujardin, was now turned into a sitting-room, and it was a favorite on account of the beautiful view from the windows.
One day Josephine sat there alone with some work in her hand; but the needle often stopped, and the fair head drooped.She heaved a deep sigh.To her surprise it was echoed by a sigh that, like her own, seemed to come from a heart full of sighs.
She turned hastily round and saw Jacintha.
Now Josephine had all a woman's eye for reading faces, and she was instantly struck by a certain gravity in Jacintha's gaze, and a flutter which the young woman was suppressing with tolerable but not complete success.
Disguising the uneasiness this discovery gave her, she looked her visitor full in the face, and said mildly, but a little coldly, "Well, Jacintha?"Jacintha lowered her eyes and muttered slowly,--"The doctor--comes--to-day," then raised her eyes all in a moment to take Josephine off her guard; but the calm face was impenetrable.
So then Jacintha added, "to our misfortune," throwing in still more meaning.
"To our misfortune? A dear old friend--like him?"Jacintha explained."That old man makes me shake.You are never safe with him.So long as his head is in the clouds, you might take his shoes off, and on he'd walk and never know it; but every now and then he comes out of the clouds all in one moment, without a word of warning, and when he does his eye is on everything, like a bird's.
Then he is so old: he has seen a heap.Take my word for it, the old are more knowing than the young, let them be as sharp as you like:
the old have seen everything.WE have only heard talk of the most part, with here and there a glimpse.To know life to the bottom you must live it out, from the soup to the dessert; and that is what the doctor has done, and now he is coming here.And Mademoiselle Rose will go telling him everything; and if she tells him half what she has seen, your secret will be no secret to that old man.""My secret!" gasped Josephine, turning pale.
"Don't look so, madame: don't be frightened at poor Jacintha.
Sooner or later you MUST trust somebody besides Mademoiselle Rose."Josephine looked at her with inquiring, frightened eyes.
Jacintha drew nearer to her.
"Mademoiselle,--I beg pardon, madame,--I carried you in my arms when I was a child.When I was a girl you toddled at my side, and held my gown, and lisped my name, and used to put your little arms round my neck, and kissed me, you would; and if ever I had the least pain or sickness your dear little face would turn as sorrowful, and all the pretty color leave it for Jacintha; and now you are in trouble, in sore trouble, yet you turn away from me, you dare not trust me, that would be cut in pieces ere I would betray you.Ah, mademoiselle, you are wrong.The poor can feel: they have all seen trouble, and a servant is the best of friends where she has the heart to love her mistress; and do not I love you? Pray do not turn from her who has carried you in her arms, and laid you to sleep upon her bosom, many's and many's the time."Josephine panted audibly.She held out her hand eloquently to Jacintha, but she turned her head away and trembled.
Jacintha cast a hasty glance round the room.Then she trembled too at what she was going to say, and the effect it might have on the young lady.As for Josephine, terrible as the conversation had become, she made no attempt to evade it: she remained perfectly passive.It was the best way to learn how far Jacintha had penetrated her secret, if at all.
