And why not do it?"
"O Rose," said Josephine, shocked, "how can you advise me so?"
She then asked her if she thought it possible that Camille could be
ignorant of her heart.
"Josephine," replied Rose, angrily, "these men are absurd: they believe
only what they see. I have done what I can for you and Camille, but it
is useless. Would you have him believe you love him, you must yourself
be kind to him; and it would be a charitable action: you would make four
unhappy people happy, or, at least, put them on the road; NOW they are
off the road, and, by what I have seen to-day, I think, if we go on so
much longer, it will be too late to try to return. Come, Josephine,
for my sake! Let me go and tell him you will consent--to all our
happinesses. There, the crime is mine." And she ran off in spite of
Josephine's faint and hypocritical entreaties. She returns the next
minute looking all aghast. "It is too late," said she. "He is going
away. I am sure he is, for he is packing up his things to go. I spied
through the old place and saw him. He was sighing like a furnace as he
strapped his portmanteau.
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