"
The high-spirited girl was greatly agitated: and Aubertin, though he did
not acquit her of all blame, soothed her, and made excuses for her.
"We must not always judge by results," said he. "Things turned
unfortunately. You did for the best. I forgive you for one. That is, I
will forgive you if you promise not to act again without my advice."
"Oh, never! never!"
"And, above all, no imprudence about that child. In three little weeks
they will be together without risk of discovery. Well, you don't answer
me."
Rose's blood turned cold. "Dear friend," she stammered, "I quite agree
with you."
"Promise, then."
"Not to let Josephine go to Frejus?" said Rose hastily. "Oh, yes! I
promise."
"You are a good girl," said Aubertin. "You have a will of your own. But
you can submit to age and experience." The doctor then kissed her, and
bade her farewell.
"I leave for Paris at six in the morning," he said. "I will not try your
patience or hers unnecessarily. Perhaps it will not be three weeks ere
she sees her child under her friend's roof."
The moment Rose was alone, she sat down and sighed bitterly.
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