She felt this, and her eyes sought the ground: benumbed as she was with
despondency, she began now to dread some fresh stroke or other.
Camille felt doubly guilty and confused. How they all look at us, he
thought. Do they know what a villain I have been? He determined to slip
away, and pack up, and begone. However, nobody took any notice of him.
The baroness drew Josephine apart. And Rose followed her mother and
sister with eyes bent on the ground.
There was a strange solemnity about them all.
Aubertin remained behind. But even he took no notice of Camille, but
walked up and down with his hands behind him, and a sad and troubled
face. Camille felt his utter desolation. He was nothing to any of them.
He resolved to go at once, and charge Aubertin with his last adieus to
the family. It was a wise and manly resolve. He stopped Aubertin in
the middle of his walk, and said in a faint voice of the deepest
dejection,--
"Doctor, the time is come that I must once more thank you for all your
goodness to me, and bid you all farewell."
"What, going before your strength is re-established?" said the doctor
politely, but not warmly.
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