"Dear Edouard!" she murmured: and then she thought, "how
sad it is that I must deceive him, even to-night: must make up an excuse
to get him from me, when we were so happy together. Ah! he little knows
how I shall welcome our wedding-day. When once I can see my poor martyr
on the road to peace and content under the good doctor's care. And oh!
the happiness of having no more secrets from him I love! Dear Edouard!
when once we are married, I never, never, will have a secret from you
again--I swear it."
As a comment on these words she now stepped cautiously out, and peered
in every direction.
"St--st!" she whispered. No answer came to this signal.
Rose returned into the house and bolted the door inside. She went up
to the tapestried room, and found the doctor in the act of wishing
Josephine good-night. The baroness, fatigued a little by her walk, had
mounted no higher than her own bedroom, which was on the first floor
just under the tapestried room. Rose followed the doctor out. "Dear
friend, one word. Josephine talked of telling Raynal. You have not
encouraged her to do that?"
"Certainly not, while he is in Egypt.
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