"
"Yes, you do, you little cunning thing: you are too shrewd not to see
everything."
"No, indeed, Josephine; do tell me, don't keep me waiting: I can't bear
that."
"Well, then--jealous! A little."
"Jealous? Oh, what fun! Of Camille? Ha! ha! Little goose!"
"And," said Josephine very seriously, "I almost think he would be
jealous of any one that occupied your attention. I watched him more or
less all the evening."
"All the better. I'll torment my lord."
"Heaven forbid you should be so cruel."
"Oh! I will not make him unhappy, but I'll tease him a little; it is not
in nature to abstain."
This foible detected in her lover, Rose was very gay at the prospect of
amusement it afforded her.
And I think I have many readers who at this moment are awaiting unmixed
enjoyment and hilarity from the same source.
I wish them joy of their prospect.
Edouard called the next day: he wore a gloomy air. Rose met this with
a particularly cheerful one; on this, Edouard's face cleared up, and
he was himself again; agreeable as this was, Rose felt a little
disappointed.
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