On every account, then, his visit was looked forward to with hope and
joy.
He came. He was received with open arms. He took up his quarters at
his old lodgings, but spent his evenings and every leisure hour at the
chateau.
He was very much in love, and showed it. He adhered to Rose like a
leech, and followed her about like a little dog.
This would have made her very happy if there had been nothing great to
distract her attention and her heart; but she had Josephine, whose deep
depression and fits of irritation and terror filled her with anxiety;
and so Edouard was in the way now and then. On these occasions he was
too vain to see what she was too polite to show him offensively.
But on this she became vexed at his obtuseness.
"Does he think I can be always at his beck and call?" thought she.
"She is always after her sister," said he.
He was just beginning to be jealous of Josephine when the following
incident occurred:--
Rose and the doctor were discussing Josephine. Edouard pretended to be
reading a book, but he listened to every word.
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