This occupied the two so entirely that Edouard was neglected. This hurt
his foible, and seemed to be so unkind on the very first day of his
return that he made his adieus to the baroness, and marched off in
dudgeon unobserved.
Rose missed him first, but said nothing.
When Josephine saw he was gone, she uttered a little exclamation, and
looked at Rose. Rose put on a mien of haughty indifference, but the
water was in her eyes.
Josephine looked sorrowful.
When they talked over everything together at night, she reproached
herself. "We behaved ill to poor Edouard: we neglected him."
"He is a little cross, ill-tempered fellow," said Rose pettishly.
"Oh, no! no!"
"And as vain as a peacock."
"Has he not some right to be vain in this house?"
"Yes,--no. I am very angry with him. I won't hear a word in his favor,"
said Rose pouting: then she gave his defender a kiss. "Yes, dear," said
Josephine, answering the kiss, and ignoring the words, "he is a dear;
and he is not cross, nor so very vain, poor boy! now don't you see what
it was?"
"No.
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