"Madame," said he, stiffly, taking Rose's hint, "my temper and mademoiselle's could not accord.""Why, her temper is charming: it is joyous, equal, and gentle.""You misunderstand me, madame; I do not reproach Mademoiselle Rose.
It is I who am to blame."
"For what?" inquired the baroness dryly.
"For not being able to make her love me.""Oh! that is it! She did not love you?"
"Ask herself, madame," said Edouard, bitterly.
"Rose," said the baroness, her eye now beginning to twinkle, "were you really guilty of such a want of discrimination? Didn't you love monsieur?"Rose flung her arms round her mother's neck, and said, "No, mamma, Idid not love Monsieur Edouard," in an exquisite tone of love, that to a female ear conveyed the exact opposite of the words.
But Edouard had not that nice discriminating ear.He sighed deeply, and the baroness smiled."You tell me that?" said she, "and you are crying!""She is crying, madame?" said Edouard, inquiringly, and taking a step towards them.
"Why, you see she is, you foolish boy.Come, I must put an end to this;" and she rose coolly from her seat, and begging Edouard to forgive her for leaving him a moment with his deadly enemy, went off with knowing little nods into Josephine's room; only, before she entered it, she turned, and with a maternal smile discharged this word at the pair.
"Babies!"
But between the alienated lovers was a long distressing silence.
Neither knew what to say; and their situation was intolerable.At last Rose ventured in a timorous voice to say, "I thank you for your generosity.But I knew that you would not betray me.""Your secret is safe for me," sighed Edouard."Is there anything else I can do for you?"Rose shook her head sadly.
Edouard moved to the door.
Rose bowed her head with a despairing moan.It took him by the heart and held him.He hesitated, then came towards her.
"I see you are sorry for what you have done to me who loved you so;and you loved me.Oh! yes, do not deny it, Rose; there was a time you loved me.And that makes it worse: to have given me such sweet hopes, only to crush both them and me.And is not this cruel of you to weep so and let me see your penitence--when it is too late?""Alas! how can I help my regrets? I have insulted so good a friend."There was a sad silence.Then as he looked at her, her looks belied the charge her own lips had made against herself.
A light seemed to burst on Edouard from that high-minded, sorrow-stricken face.
"Tell me it is false!" he cried.
She hid her face in her hands--woman's instinct to avoid being read.
"Tell me you were misled then, fascinated, perverted, but that your heart returned to me.Clear yourself of deliberate deceit, and Iwill believe and thank you on my knees."
"Heaven have pity on us both!" cried poor Rose.
"On us! Thank you for saying on us.See now, you have not gained happiness by destroying mine.One word--do you love that man?--that Dujardin?""You know I do not."
"I am glad of that; since his life is forfeited; if he escapes my friend Raynal, he shall not escape me."Rose uttered a cry of terror."Hush! not so loud.The life of Camille! Oh! if he were to die, what would become of--oh, pray do not speak so loud.""Own then that you DO love him," yelled Edouard; "give me truth, if you have no love to give.Own that you love him, and he shall be safe.It is myself I will kill, for being such a slave as to love you still."Rose's fortitude gave way.
"I cannot bear it," she cried despairingly; "it is beyond my strength; Edouard, swear to me you will keep what I tell you secret as the grave!""Ah!" cried Edouard, all radiant with hope, "I swear.""Then you are under a delirium.I have deceived, but never wronged you; that unhappy child is not-- Hush! HERE SHE COMES."The baroness came smiling out, and Josephine's wan, anxious face was seen behind her.
"Well," said the baroness, "is the war at an end? What, are we still silent? Let me try then what I can do.Edouard, lend me your hand."While Edouard hesitated, Josephine clasped her hands and mutely supplicated him to consent.Her sad face, and the thought of how often she had stood his friend, shook his resolution.He held out his hand, but slowly and reluctantly.
"There is my hand," he groaned.
"And here is mine, mamma," said Rose, smiling to please her mother.
Oh! the mixture of feeling, when her soft warm palm pressed his.
How the delicious sense baffled and mystified the cold judgment.
Josephine raised her eyes thankfully to heaven.
While the young lovers yet thrilled at each other's touch, yet could not look one another in the face, a clatter of horses' feet was heard.
"That is Colonel Raynal," said Josephine, with unnatural calmness.
"I expected him to-day."
The baroness was at the side window in a moment.
"It is he!--it is he!"
She hurried down to embrace her son.
Josephine went without a word to her own room.Rose followed her the next minute.But in that one minute she worked magic.
She glided up to Edouard, and looked him full in the face: not the sad, depressed, guilty-looking humble Rose of a moment before, but the old high-spirited, and some what imperious girl.
"You have shown yourself noble this day.I am going to trust you as only the noble are trusted.Stay in the house till I can speak to you."She was gone, and something leaped within Edouard's bosom, and a flood of light seemed to burst in on him.Yet he saw no object clearly: but he saw light.
Rose ran into Josephine's room, and once more surprised her on her knees, and in the very act of hiding something in her bosom.
"What are you doing, Josephine, on your knees?" said she, sternly.
"I have a great trial to go through," was the hesitating answer.
Rose said nothing.She turned paler.She is deceiving me, thought she, and she sat down full of bitterness and terror, and, affecting not to watch Josephine, watched her.
"Go and tell them I am coming, Rose."
