I am so full of that
health, which Heaven denies to her I love."
"Let us try milder measures first," said the doctor. "I have most faith
in time."
"What if I were to take her to Frejus? hitherto, the sea has always done
wonders for her."
"Frejus, by all means," said Edouard, mingling suddenly in the
conversation; "and this time I will go with you, and then I shall find
out where you lodged before, and how the boobies came to say they did
not know you."
Rose bit her lip. She could not help seeing then how much dear Edouard
was in her way and Josephine's. Their best friends are in the way of all
who have secrets. Presently the doctor went to his study. Then Edouard
let fall a mock soliloquy. "I wonder," said he, dropping out his words
one by one, "whether any one will ever love me well enough to give a
drop of their blood for me."
"If you were in sickness and sorrow, who knows?" said Rose, coloring up.
"I would soon be in sickness and sorrow if I thought that."
"Don't jest with such matters, monsieur."
"I am serious. I wish I was as ill as Madame Raynal is, to be loved as
she is.
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