The notary went home gnashing his teeth. His sweet revenge was turned to
wormwood this day. Raynal's parting commissions rang in his ear; in his
bitter mood the want of logical sequence in the two orders disgusted
him.
So he inverted them.
He sent in a thundering bill the very next morning, but postponed the
other commission till his dying day.
As for Josephine, she came into the drawing-room beaming with love
and happiness, and after kissing both her mother and Rose with gentle
violence, she let them know the strange turn things had taken.
And she whispered to Rose, "Only think, YOUR Edouard to be OUR referee!"
Rose blushed and bent over her work; and wondered how Edouard would
discharge so grave an office.
The matter approached a climax; for, as the reader is aware, Edouard was
hourly expected at Beaurepaire.
He did not come; but it was not his fault. On receiving Rose's letter he
declined to stay another hour at his uncle's.
He flung himself on his horse; and, before he was well settled on the
stirrups, the animal shied violently at a wheelbarrow some fool had left
there; and threw Edouard on the stones of the courtyard.
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