"
"And you found us out by that?" inquired Rose, looking still more keenly
at him.
"Hardly; but it was my last chance of finding you, so I came. Where is
Madame Raynal?"
"Come into this room, dear friend. I will go and find her."
Full twenty minutes was the doctor kept waiting, and then in came Rose,
gayly crying, "I have hunted her high and low, and where do you think my
lady was? sitting out in the garden--come."
Sure enough, they found Josephine in the garden, seated on a low chair.
She smiled when the doctor came up to her, and asked after her mother.
There was an air of languor about her; her color was clear, delicate,
and beautiful.
"You have been unwell, my child."
"A little, dear friend; you know me; always ailing, and tormenting those
I love."
"Well! but, Josephine, you know this place and this sweet air always set
you up. Look at her now, doctor; did you ever see her look better? See
what a color. I never saw her look more lovely."
"I never saw her look SO lovely; but I have seen her look better. Your
pulse. A little languid?"
"Yes, I am a little.
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