If so, I shall go with him, and perhaps spend a whole day with
you, on my way to the Rhine."
At this prospect a ghastly look passed quick as lightning between Rose
and Josephine.
The baroness beckoned Josephine to come close to her, and read her what
followed in a lower tone of voice.
"Tell my wife I love her more and more every day. I don't expect as much
from her, but she will make me very happy if she can make shift to like
me as well as her family do."--"No danger! What husband deserves to be
loved as he does? I long for his return, that his wife, his mother, and
his sister may all combine to teach this poor soldier what happiness
means. We owe him everything, Josephine, and if we did not love him, and
make him happy, we should be monsters; now should we not?"
Josephine stammered an assent.
"NOW you may read his letter: Jacintha and all," said the baroness
graciously.
The letter circulated. Meantime, the baroness conversed with Aubertin in
quite an undertone.
"My friend, look at Josephine. That girl is ill, or else she is going to
be ill.
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