You draw me different
ways. I want you to be both happy."
"Then if you will not speak out I must. Mother, do not deceive yourself:
it is duty alone that keeps her silent: this match is odious to her."
"Then we are ruined. Josephine, is this match odious to you?"
"Not exactly odious: but I am very, very indifferent."
"There!" cried Rose triumphantly.
"There!" cried the baroness in the same breath, triumphantly. "She
esteems his character; but his person is indifferent to her: in other
words, she is a modest girl, and my daughter; and let me tell you, Rose,
that but for the misfortunes of our house, both my daughters would be
married as I was, without knowing half as much of their husbands as
Josephine knows of this brave, honest, generous, filial gentleman."
"Well, then, since she will not speak out, I will. Pity me: I love her
so. If this stranger, whom she does not love, takes her away from us, he
will kill me. I shall die; oh!"
Josephine left her mother and went to console Rose.
The baroness lost her temper at this last stroke of opposition.
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