"
Jacintha gone, Rose tore up the letter and locked up the pieces, then
ran to the glass. Etc.
Edouard had been so profoundly miserable he could stand it no longer; in
spite of his determination not to visit Beaurepaire while it contained
a rival, he rode over to see whether he had not tormented himself idly:
above all, to see the beloved face.
Jacintha put him into the salle a manger. "By that you will see her
alone," said the knowing Jacintha. He sat down, hat and whip in hand,
and wondered how he should be received--if at all.
In glides Rose all sprightliness and good-humor, and puts out her hand
to him; the which he kisses.
"How could I keep away so long?" asked he vaguely, and self-astonished.
"How indeed, and we missing you so all the time!"
"Have YOU missed me?" was the eager inquiry.
"Oh, no!" was the cheerful reply; "but all the rest have."
Presently the malicious thing gave a sudden start.
"Oh! such a piece of news; you remember Colonel Dujardin, the obnoxious
colonel?"
No answer.
"Transferred his attentions. Fancy!"
"Who to?"
"To Josephine and mamma.
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