"Promise," said Rose, doggedly.
Josephine looked at her calmly through her tears.
"Promise, dear," repeated Rose, and this time with an intonation so
fine that it attracted Josephine's notice, but not the doctor's. It was
followed by a glance equally subtle.
"I promise," said Josephine, with her eye fixed inquiringly on her
sister.
For once she could not make the telegraph out: but she could see it was
playing, and that was enough. She did what Rose bid her; she promised
not to go to Frejus without leave.
Finding her so submissive all of a sudden, he went on to suggest that
she must not go kissing every child she saw. "Edouard tells me he saw
you kissing a beggar's brat. The young rogue was going to quiz you about
it at the dinner-table; luckily, he told me his intention, and I
would not let him. I said the baroness would be annoyed with you
for descending from your dignity--and exposing a noble family to
fleas--hush! here he is."
"Tiresome!" muttered Rose, "just when"--
Edouard came forward with a half-vexed face.
However, he turned it off into play.
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