"After that,"
said Rose, "I will begin by telling her all the misery you have both
gone through; and, when she pities you, then I will show her it was all
my fault your misery ended in a secret marriage."
The confederates sat there in a chilly state, waiting for the baroness.
At last, as she did not come, Rose got up to go to her. "When the mind
is made up, it is no use being cowardly, and putting off," said she,
firmly. For all that, her cheek had but little color left in it, when
she left her chair with this resolve.
Now as Rose went down the long saloon to carry out their united resolve,
Jacintha looked in; and, after a hasty glance to see who was present,
she waited till Rose came up to her, and then whipped a letter from
under her apron and gave it her.
"For my mistress," said she, with an air of mystery.
"Why not take it to her, then?" inquired Rose.
"I thought you might like to see it first, mademoiselle," said Jacintha,
with quiet meaning.
"Is it from the dear doctor?" asked Josephine.
"La, no, mademoiselle, don't you know the doctor is come home? Why, he
has been in the house near an hour.
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