"
"Neither the one nor the other, madame," said Aubertin, looking her
coolly in the face.
"But I say she is. Is a doctor's eye keener than a mother's?"
"Considerably," replied the doctor with cool and enviable effrontery.
The baroness rose. "Now, children, for our evening walk. We shall enjoy
it now."
"I trust you may: but for all that I must forbid the evening air to one
of the party--to Madame Raynal."
The baroness came to him and whispered, "That is right. Thank you. See
what is the matter with her, and tell me." And she carried off the rest
of the party.
At the same time Jacintha asked permission to pass the rest of the
evening with her relations in the village. But why that swift, quivering
glance of intelligence between Jacintha and Rose de Beaurepaire when the
baroness said, "Yes, certainly"?
Time will show.
Josephine and the doctor were left alone. Now Josephine had noticed the
old people whisper and her mother glance her way, and the whole woman
was on her guard. She assumed a languid complacency, and by way of
shield, if necessary, took some work, and bent her eyes and apparently
her attention on it.
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