She does not love him quite enough. Cure: marriage. He
loves her a little too much. Cure: marriage."
"O doctor!"
"Can't help it. I did not make men and women. We must take human nature
as we find it, and thank God for it on the whole. Have you nothing else
to confide to me?"
"No, doctor."
"Are you sure?"
"No, dear friend. But this is very near my heart," faltered Josephine.
The doctor sighed; then said gently, "They shall be happy: as happy as
you wish them."
Meantime, in another room, a reconciliation scene was taking place, and
the mutual concessions of two impetuous but generous spirits.
The baroness noticed the change in Josephine's appearance.
She asked Rose what could be the matter.
"Some passing ailment," was the reply.
"Passing? She has been so, on and off, a long time. She makes me very
anxious."
Rose made light of it to her mother, but in her own heart she grew more
and more anxious day by day. She held secret conferences with Jacintha;
that sagacious personage had a plan to wake Josephine from her deathly
languor, and even soothe her nerves, and check those pitiable fits
of nervous irritation to which she had become subject.
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